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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 embrac’d 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 favourably minister . RODERIGO . Well . IAGO . Sir , he is rash , and very sudden in choler , and haply with his truncheon may strike at you : provoke him that he may , for even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny , whose qualification shall come into no true taste again but by the displanting of Cassio . So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires by the means I shall then have to prefer them , and the impediment most profitably removed , without the which there were no expectation of our prosperity . RODERIGO . I will do this , if I can bring it to any opportunity . IAGO . I warrant thee . Meet me by and by at the citadel : I must fetch his necessaries ashore . Farewell . RODERIGO . Adieu . [ Exit . ] IAGO . That Cassio loves her , I do well believe it ; That she loves him , ’ tis apt , and of great credit : The Moor , howbeit that I endure him not , Is of a constant , loving , noble nature ; And , I dare think , he’ll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband . Now , I do love her too , Not out of absolute lust ( though peradventure I stand accountant for as great a sin ) But partly led to diet my revenge , For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leap’d into my seat . The thought whereof Doth , like a poisonous mineral , gnaw my inwards , And nothing can or shall content my soul Till I am even’d with him , wife for wife , Or , failing so , yet that I put the Moor At least into a jealousy so strong That judgement cannot cure . Which thing to do , If this poor trash of Venice , whom I trash For his quick hunting , stand the putting on , I’ll have our Michael Cassio on the hip , Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb ( For I fear Cassio with my night - cap too ) Make the Moor thank me , love me , and reward me For making him egregiously an ass And practicing upon his peace and quiet Even to madness . ’ Tis here , but yet confus’d . Knavery’s plain face is never seen till us’d . [ Exit . ] SCENE II . A street . Enter Othello’s Herald with a proclamation .
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