Enter RODMERIGO and
Tush! Never tell me. I take it much unkindly
That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
'Sblood, but you’ll not hear me! If ever I
did dream of such a matter, abhor me.
Thou told’st me
Thou didst hold him in thy hate.
If I do not. Three great ones of the city
10(In personal suit to make me his lieutenant)
Off-capped to him, and by the faith of man
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
But he (as loving his own pride and purposes)
Evades them with a bombast circumstance
15Horribly stuffed with epithets of war,
And in conclusion
Nonsuits my mediators. For “Certes,” says
“I have already chose my officer.”
And what was he?
20Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine
(A fellow almost damned in a fair wife)
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows
25More than a spinster—unless the bookish theoric,