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IAGO:
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And what's he then that says I play the villain?
When this advice is free I give and honest,
Probal to thinking, and indeed the course
To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy(325)
The inclining Desdemona to subdue
In any honest suit. She's framed as fruitful
As the free elements. And then for her
To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptism,
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,(330)
His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
Even as her appetite shall play the god
With his weak function. How am I then a villain
To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,(335)
Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now. For whiles this honest fool
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortune,(340)
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,
That she repeals him for her body's lust;
And by how much she strives to do him good,
She shall undo her credit with the Moor.(345)
So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.
Enter Roderigo
How now, Roderigo!
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IAGO:
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And who’s he, then, that says I play the villain?
When this advice I give is free and honest,
Calculated to his thinking, and, indeed, the way
To win the Moor again? Because it is very easy
To involve the listening Desdemona
In any honest pursuit. She's been made as fruitful
As the free elements. And then for her
To win the Moor, if it meant renouncing his own baptism,
All seals and symbols of forgiveness,
His soul is so chained to her love
That she may make, unmake, do whatever she wants,
Even as her wishes shall play the god
With his weak ability to think. How am I, then, a villain
To advise Cassio to this parallel course,
Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
When devils put on the blackest sins,
At first, they suggest things that look heavenly,
As I do now, because, while this honest fool
Begs Desdemona to repair his bad luck,
And she pleads strongly to the Moor for him,
I'll pour this evil thought into his ear,
That she rejects him for her body's sexual desires,
And, by how much she begs to do Cassio good,
She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
So I will turn her virtue into black tar,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall tangle them all up.
What’s up, Roderigo!
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ROD:
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I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts,(350)
but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent; I
have been tonight exceedingly well cudgeled; and I think
the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my
pains; and so, with no money at all and a little more wit,
return again to Venice.(355)
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ROD:
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I followed you here in the chase, not like a hound that
hunts, but like the hunted by the hound. My money is
almost spent, I have been exceedingly well beaten
tonight, and I think the result will be that I’ll only wind up
with experience for my pains. and so, with no money at
all and a little bit smarter, I’m going back to Venice.
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IAGO:
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How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Thou know'st we work by wit and not by witchcraft,
And wit depends on dilatory time.
Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee,(360)
And thou by that small hurt hast cashier'd Cassio
Though other things grow fair against the sun,
Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe:
Content thyself awhile. By the mass, 'tis morning;
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.(365)
Retire thee; go where thou art billeted:
Away, I say. Thou shalt know more hereafter:
Nay, get thee gone.
Exit Roderigo
Two things are to be done:
My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;(370)
I'll set her on;
Myself the while to draw the Moor apart,
And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
Soliciting his wife: Ay, that's the way;
Dull not device by coldness and delay.(375)
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IAGO:
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How poor are they who have no patience!
What wound ever healed except bit by bit?
You know we work by wit and not by witchcraft;
And wit depends on slow time.
Doesn’t it go well? Cassio has beaten you, and you, by
That small hurt, have had Cassio kicked out of the
Service. Although other things grow beautiful against the
Sun, yet fruits that blossom first will ripen first.
Be satisfied a while. By the mass, it is morning;
Pleasure and work make the hours seem short.
Go get some sleep; go where you are staying.
Get going, I say; you shall know more later;
No, get going.
Two things must be done,
My wife must talk to her mistress about Cassio;
I'll tell her to;
In the meantime, I have to draw the Moor aside,
And bring him quickly so that he may Cassio find
Soliciting his wife. Yes, that's the way;
Don’t lose this plan by coldness and delay.
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