Mon. But is he often thus?
Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep:[5600]
He'll watch the horologe a double set,[5601] 120
If drink rock not his cradle.
Mon. It were well[5602]
The general were put in mind of it.[5603]
Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature
Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio[5604]
And looks not on his evils: is not this true? 125
Enter Roderigo.[5605]
Iago. [Aside to him] How now, Roderigo![5606]
I pray you, after the lieutenant; go. [Exit Roderigo.[5607]
Mon. And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor
Should hazard such a place as his own second
With one of an ingraft infirmity:[5608] 130
It were an honest action to say[5609]
So to the Moor.[5609][5610]
Iago. Not I, for this fair island:
I do love Cassio well, and would do much
To cure him of this evil:—But, hark! what noise?
[A cry within: 'Help! help!'
Re-enter Cassio, driving in Roderigo.[5611]
Cas. 'Zounds! you rogue! you rascal![5612] 135