• Enter IAGO and RODERIGO

    IAGO

    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.

    RODERIGO

    Be near at hand, I may miscarry in ’t.

    IAGO

    Here, at thy hand. Be bold, and take thy stand.
    Withdraws

    RODERIGO

    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.

    IAGO

    (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.
  • IAGO and RODERIGO enter.

    IAGO

    Here, stand behind this wall; he’ll come right away. Keep your sword out, and then stick it in as far as it’ll go. Quick, quick. Don’t be afraid. I’ll be right next to you. This will either make us or break us. Keep that in mind, and be steady.

    RODERIGO

    Stay right near me. I may mess it up.

    IAGO

    I’m right behind you. Be bold, and get ready.
    IAGO moves aside.

    RODERIGO

    I don’t really want to do this, but he’s given me good reasons. I guess it’s only one man—no big deal. My sword comes out, and he dies.

    IAGO

    (to himself) I’ve rubbed this young pimple until he’s ready to pop, and now he’s angry. Whether he kills Cassio, or Cassio kills him, or they kill each other, it all works in my favor. If Roderigo survives, though, he’ll ask me for all the gold and jewelry that I stole from him and said I gave to Desdemona. I can’t let that happen. If Cassio survives,he’s so handsome and well-spoken that he makes me look ugly. And besides, the Moor might tell him about my lies about him.—That would be very dangerous for me. No, he’s got to die. Let it be so. I hear him coming.