ACT V.
SCENE I. Cyprus. A Street.
[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,
And 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.
[Retires to a little distance.]
RODERIGO.
I have no great devotion to the deed;
And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons: —
'Tis but a man gone. — Forth, my sword; he dies.
[Goes to his stand.]
IAGO.
I have rubb'd 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,
He calls me to a restitution large
Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona;
It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
He hath a daily beauty in his life
That 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.
[Enter Cassio.]
