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Rod. By Heaven, I would have rather been his
Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis curse of serPreferment goes by letter and affection,
And not by old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to the first. Now, Sir, be judge yourIf I in any just term am assigned
To love the Moor.
Rod. I would not follow him then.
Iago. O Sir, content you;
I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
pally of dark shadows, resembles that of a negro. He is drawn in
(7) The streaks of light mentioned above in notes 3 and 4, may be easily fancied to resemble a rope round Cassio's neck.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
(8) Whipme such honest knaves-Others there are, Who trimm'd in form and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, Well thrive by them; and when they've lin'd their [soul, Do themselves homage. These folks have some And such a one do I profess myself.
It is as sure as you are Rodorigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
Heaven is my judge, not I, for love and duty,
outward action doth demonstrate
(8) Ass and whip. Whenever objects are mentioned, of which drawings have been already given or notes made in the former volumes, and when the objects themselves are plainly and obviously perceptible in the moon, it is hoped that the printing the lines or words that mention them in italics will serve as a sufficient reference for the reader's guidance.
The native act and figure of my heart
Iago. Call up her father,
Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight;
Rod. Here is her father's house, I'll call aloud.
BRABANTIO appears above at a Window. (9) Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there?
(9) Brabantio is the same as Gloster in King Lear, drawn ante, in fig. 78.
Rod. Signior is all your family within?
Bra. Why, wherefore ask
Jago. Zounds! Sir, you're robb'd: for shame,
put on your gown,
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul:
Bra. What, have you lost your wits? (11)
Rod. My name is Rodorigo.
Bra. The worse welcome:
I've charged thee not to haunt about my doors:
Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir,
(10) The bell is to be referred to the bell-shaped streaks of light on Cassio's body in the moon, to which the fancy of the poet has been seen to attribute a thousand other similitudes.
(11) In other words; are you lunatic, or connected with the moon?
Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
My spirit and my place have in their power
To make this bitter to thee..
Rod. Patience, good Sir.
- Bra. What tellest thou me of robbing; this is My house is not a grange.
Rod. Most grave Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul, I come to you.
Iago. Zounds! Sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians. You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse, you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.
Bra. What profane wretch art thou?
Tago. I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Bra. Thou art a villain.
lago. You are a senator.
Bra. This thou shalt answer. I know thee, RoRod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech If't be your pleasure and most wise consent [you, (As partly, I find, it is) that your fair daughter, At this odd-even and dull watch of the night, (12)
(12) Rodorigo's (the same as Hudibras's) hand is in the