1 Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
2 Now sir, be judge yourself Whether I in any just term am affin'd To love the Moor.
3 Do not believe That from the sense of all civility, I thus would play and trifle with your reverence.
4 That you shall surely find him, Lead to the Sagittary the raised search, And there will I be with him.
5 I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
6 Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.
7 Arise, arise, Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you: Arise, I say.
8 For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: In following him, I follow but myself.
9 Straight satisfy yourself: If she be in her chamber or your house, Let loose on me the justice of the state For thus deluding you.
10 Farewell; for I must leave you: It seems not meet nor wholesome to my place To be produc'd, as if I stay I shall, Against the Moor.
11 Tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first.
12 Tush, never tell me, I take it much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse, As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
13 Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Off-capp'd to him; and by the faith of man, I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
14 Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o the conscience To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.
15 For I do know the state, However this may gall him with some check, Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars, Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have none To lead their business.
16 Call up her father, Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation on't, As it may lose some color.
17 But he, sir, had the election, And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds, Christian and heathen, must be belee'd and calm'd By debitor and creditor, this counter-caster, He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, And I, God bless the mark, his Moorship's ancient.
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