(Rodrigo to Iago.)
Rodrigo. I’m running here with the hunt, not like a dog that hunts, but only like one that helps by crying. My money is almost gone; last night I was beaten beyond compare; and I think the end of the story will be that I have so much experience for my trouble; and so I will return to Venice with an empty purse and a little more wit—
Iago. What miserable people are those who have no patience! If a wound ever heals except gradually—you know that we cannot conjure, but that everything we do must happen naturally; and nature will have its time. Where is it lacking, then, let us see? Cassio has beaten you, and you have killed this Cassio for a few poor blows—What is to ripen must first bloom. Be patient a little longer: it is truly already day. Pleasure and work make the hours seem short to us. Go away; go where you are directed; go, I say—you shall soon hear more from me—Well, go then—
(Rodrigo leaves.)
Now there are two things to do: my wife must go to Desdemon for Cassio, and I will have that arranged soon; meanwhile, I must take the Moor aside and not let him appear again until he can surprise Cassio with his wife—yes, that must be done—and the iron must be struck while it is still hot.
(He leaves.)
