Iago.
Tho' in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very ^{8 note}stuff o' th' conscience
To do no contriv'd murder. I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do me service.—Nine or ten times
I thought to've jerk'd him here under the ribs.

Oth.
It's better as it is.

Iago.
Nay, but he prated,
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour;
That, with the little godliness I have,
I did full hard forbear him. But I pray, Sir,
Are you fast married? for, be sure of this,

That the Magnifico is much belov'd,
And hath in his effect a voice potential
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Oth.
Let him do his spight:
My services, which I have done the Signory,

Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
Which, when I know that Boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate, I fetch my Life and Being
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men of royal siege; and my demerits
May ^{2 note}