Enter IAGO and
Here, stand behind this bulk, straight will he come.
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,
5And fix most firm thy resolution.
Be near at hand, I may miscarry in ’t.
Here, at thy hand. Be bold, and take thy stand.
I have no great devotion to the deed
And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons.
10'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.
(aside) I have rubbed this young
quat almost to the sense,
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Every way makes my gain. Live Roderigo,
15He calls me to a restitution large
Of gold and jewels that I bobbed from him
As gifts to Desdemona.
It must not be. If Cassio do remain
He hath a daily beauty in his life
20That makes me ugly. And besides, the Moor
May unfold me to him—there stand I in much peril.
No, he must die. But so, I hear him coming.