RODERIGO.
But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, Evades them, with a bumbast circumstance Horribly stuff\'d with epithets of war, And, in conclusion,.
Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Off-capp\'d to him; and, by the faith of man, I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
Despise me, if I do not.
IAGO.
Thou told\'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.
RODERIGO.
If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me. \'Sblood, but you will not hear me.
IAGO.
Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
RODERIGO