RoderigoNever¹ tell me, I take it much unkindly²
That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.³
IagoBut you will not⁴ hear me. If ever I did dream⁵
Of such a matter, abhor⁶ me.
RoderigoThou told’st me Thou didst hold him⁷ in thy hate.⁸
If I do not.Three great ones10of the city,11
In personal suit12to make me his lieutenant,
Off-capped13to him, and by the faith14of man,
I know my price,15I am worth no worse a place.16
But he, as loving17...