Scene I. Cyprus. A street.[6611]
Enter Iago and Roderigo.
Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come:[6612]
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home:
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow:
It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,[6613]
And fix most firm thy resolution.[6614] 5
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in 't.
Iago. Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand.
[Retires.[6615]
Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed;[6616]
And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons:[6617]
'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.[6618] 10
Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,[6619]
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,[6620]
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Every way makes my gain: live Roderigo,[6621]
He calls me to a restitution large 15
Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,[6622]
As gifts to Desdemona:
It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
He hath a daily beauty in his life[6623]
That makes me ugly; and besides, the Moor 20
May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril:[6624]
No, he must die. Be't so. I hear him coming.[6625]
Enter Cassio.
Rod. I know his gait; 'tis he. Villain, thou diest!