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<T Oth><L 1><Y Q1><P B1><C >
<D Enter {Iago} and {Roderigo}.>
<S {Roderigo}.>
Tush, neuer tell me, I take it much vnkindly
That you {Iago}, who has had my purse,
As if the strings were thine, should'st know of this.
<S {Iag}.> S'blood, but you will not heare me.
If euer I did dreame of such a matter, abhorre me.
<S {Rod}.> Thou toldst me, thou didst hold him in thy hate.
<S {Iag}.> Despise me if I doe not: three great ones of the Citty
In personall suite to make me his Leiutenant,
Oft capt to him, and by the faith of man,
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
But he, as louing his owne pride and purposes,
Euades them, with a bumbast circumstance,
Horribly stuft with Epithites of warre:
And in conclusion,
Non-#suits my mediators: for certes, sayes he,
I haue already chosen my officer, and what was he?
Forsooth, a great Arithmetition,
One {Michael Cassio}, a Florentine,
A fellow almost dambd in a faire wife,
That neuer set a squadron i . . .
