Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: OTHELLO ACT I . Scene I.? Venice.?A Street. Enter Iago and Roderigo, n. Rod. Tush, ne'er tell me, I take it much unkindly, That thou, I ago?who hast had my purse, As if the strings were thine, ?should'st know of this. lago. You will not hear me: If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me." Mod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate. lago. Despise me, if 1 do not. Three great ones of the city, . In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Oft 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, Horribly stuffed with epithets of war; And, in conclusion, nonsuits My mediators: for, certes, say he, J have already chose my officer. And what was he ? Forsooth, a great arithmetician, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, A fellow That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows f More than a spinster: ? He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, And I, (heaven bless the mark !) his Moorship's ancient. Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman, lago. Now, sir, be judge yourself, Whether I in any just term am affined To love the Moor. Hod. I would not follow him, then. lago. Oh, sir, content you; I follow him, to serve my turn upon him: Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end: For when my outward action does demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, If he can carry it thus ! lago. Call up her father, Rouse him: make after him, poison ...