No Fear Shakespeare
Othello
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Act 5, Scene 1
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Enter IAGO and
RODERIGO
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IAGO and RODERIGO
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IAGO
Here, stand behind this bulk, straight will he come.
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home.
Quick, quick! Fear nothing. I’ll be at thy elbow.
It makes us, or it mars us. Think on that,
And fix most firm thy resolution.
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IAGO
Here, stand behind this wall; he’ll come right away.
Keep your sword out, and then stick it in as far as it’ll
go. Quick, quick. Don’t be afraid. I’ll be
right next to you. This will either make us or break us. Keep that
in mind, and be steady.
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RODERIGO
Be near at hand, I may miscarry in ’t.
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RODERIGO
Stay right near me. I may mess it up.
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IAGO
Here, at thy hand. Be bold, and take thy stand.
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IAGO
I’m right behind you. Be bold, and get ready.
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Withdraws |
IAGO moves
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RODERIGO
I have no great devotion to the deed
And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons.
'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.
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RODERIGO
I don’t really want to do this, but he’s
given me good reasons. I guess it’s only one
man—no big deal. My sword comes out, and he dies.
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IAGO
(aside) I have rubbed this young
quat almost to the sense,
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Every way makes my gain. Live Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large
Of gold and jewels that I bobbed from him
As gifts to Desdemona.
It must not be. If Cassio do remain
He hath a daily beauty in his life
That makes me ugly. And besides, the Moor
May unfold me to him—there stand I in much peril.
No, he must die. But so, I hear him coming.
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IAGO
(to himself) I’ve rubbed
this young pimple until he’s ready to pop, and now
he’s angry. Whether he kills Cassio, or Cassio kills him,
or they kill each other, it all works in my favor. If Roderigo
survives, though, he’ll ask me for all the gold and
jewelry that I stole from him and said I gave to Desdemona. I
can’t let that happen. If Cassio survives,he’s
so handsome and well-spoken that he makes me look ugly. And besides,
the Moor might tell him about my lies about him.—That
would be very dangerous for me. No, he’s got to die. Let
it be so. I hear him coming.
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