Roderigo

MONTANO. And ’tis great pity that the noble Moor Should hazard such a place as his own second With one of an ingraft infirmity: It were an honest action to say so To the Moor. 

IAGO. Not I, for this fair island. I do love Cassio well and would do much To cure him of this evil. But, hark! What noise? 

[Cry within: “Help! help!”] 

 Enter Cassio, driving in Roderigo.

Cassio,

Roderigo

CASSIO. Zounds, you rogue, you rascal! 

MONTANO. What’s the matter, lieutenant? 

CASSIO. A knave teach me my duty! I’ll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle. 

RODERIGO. Beat me? 

CASSIO. Dost thou prate, rogue? 

 [Striking Roderigo.]

MONTANO. Nay, good lieutenant; I pray you, sir, hold your hand. 

CASSIO. Let me go, sir, Or I’ll knock you o’er the mazard. 

MONTANO. Come, come, you’re drunk. 

CASSIO. Drunk? 

 [They fight.]

IAGO. [Aside to Roderigo.] Away, I say! Go out and cry a mutiny. 

 [Exit Roderigo.]

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