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RODERIGO. With him? Why, 'tis not possible.
IAGO. Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed. Mark
me
with what violence she first loved the Moor, but for bragging
and
telling her fantastical lies. And will she love him still for
prating? Let not thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be
fed; and what delight shall she have to look on the devil?
When
the blood is made dull with the act of sport, there should
be,
again to inflame it and to give satiety a fresh appetite,
loveliness in favor, sympathy in years, manners, and
beauties-
all which the Moor is defective in. Now, for want of these
required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will find
itself
abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the
Moor;
very nature will instruct her in it and compel her to some
second
choice. Now sir, this granted- as it is a most pregnant and
unforced position- who stands so eminently in the degree of
this
fortune as Cassio does? A knave very voluble; no further
conscionable than in putting on the mere form of civil and
humane
seeming, for the better compass of his salt and most hidden
loose
affection? Why, none, why, none- a slipper and subtle knave,
a
finder out of occasions, that has an eye can stamp and
counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never present
itself- a devilish knave! Besides, the knave is handsome,
young,
and hath all those requisites in him that folly and green
minds
look after- a pestilent complete knave, and the woman hath
found
him already.
RODERIGO. I cannot believe that in her; she's full of most
blest
condition.
IAGO. Blest fig's-end! The wine she drinks is made of grapes.
If
she had been blest, she would never have loved the Moor.
Blest
pudding! Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his
hand?
Didst not mark that?
RODERIGO. Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.
IAGO. Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue to
the
history of lust and foul thoughts. They met so near with
their
lips that their breaths embraced together. Villainous
thoughts,
Roderigo! When these mutualities so marshal the way, hard at
hand
comes the master and main exercise, the incorporate
conclusion.
Pish! But, sir, be you ruled by me. I have brought you from
Venice. Watch you tonight; for the command, I'll lay't upon
you.
Cassio knows you not. I'll not be far from you. Do you find
some
occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or
tainting his discipline, or from what other course you
please,
which the time shall more favorably minister.
RODERIGO. Well.
IAGO. Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply may
strike at you. Provoke him, that he may; for even out of that
will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny, whose qualification
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