How now, Rodorigo?

Rod.

I do not find, that thou deal'st justly with me.

Iago.

What in the contrary?

Rod.

Every day thou doft'st me with some device, Iago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keep'st from me all conveniency, that ^note suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will, indeed, no longer endure it. Nor am I yet perswaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffer'd.

Iago.

Will you hear me, Rodorigo?

Rod.

Faith, I have heard too much; and your words and performances are no kin together.

Iago.

You charge me most unjustly.

Rod.

With nought but truth: I have wasted my self out of my means. The jewels you have had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half have corrupted a Votarist. You have told me, she hath receiv'd them, and return'd me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquittance; but I find none.

Iago.

Well, go to; very well.

Rod.

Very well, go to; I cannot go to, man, nor 'tis not very well; nay, I think, it is scurvy, and begin to find my self fob'd in it.

Iago.

Very well.

Rod.

I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make my self known to Desdemona: If she will return me my jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent my unlawful sollicitation: if not, assure yourself, I will seek satisfaction of you.

Iago.

You have said now—

Rod.

Ay, and said nothing, but what, I protest, intendment of doing.

Iago.

Why, now, I see, there's mettle in thee; and even from this instant do I build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Rodorigo, thou hast taken against me a most just exception; but, I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.

Rod.

It hath not appear'd.

Iago.

I grant, indeed, it hath not appear'd; and your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Rodorigo, if thou hast That in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever, (I mean, purpose, courage, and valour) this night shew it. If thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my life.

Rod.

Well; what is it? is it within reason and compass?

Iago.

Sir, there is especial Commission come from Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place.

Rod.

Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.

Iago.

Oh, no; he goes into Mauritania, and taketh away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingred here by some accident: Wherein none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio.

Rod.

How do you mean removing him?

Iago.

Why, by making him incapable of Othello's Place; knocking out his brains.

Rod.

And that you would have me to do?

Iago.

Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. He sups to night with a harlot; and thither will I go to him. He knows not yet of his honourable fortune; if you will watch his going thence, (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one) you may take him at your pleasure. I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amaz'd at it, but go along with me; I will shew you such a necessity in his death, that you shall think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high supper-time; and the night grows to waste. About it.

Rod.

I will hear further reason for this.

Iago.

And you shall be satisfied.