The Tragedy Of Othello Moor Of Venice

From the book:RODERIGO. Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindlyThat thou, Iago, who hast had my purseAs if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.IAGO. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me.If ever I did dream of such a matter,Abhor me.RODERIGO. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.IAGO. Despise me, if I do not. 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.But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,Evades them, with a bumbast circumstanceHorribly stuff'd with epithets of war,And, in conclusion,