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cudgel’d: I think the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my
pains, as that comes to, and no money at all, and with that wit return to
Venice.

IAGO
How poor are they that ha’ not patience! [360]
What wound did ever heal, but by degrees?

Thou knowest we work by wit, and not by witch craft,
And wit depends on dilatory time.
Does’t not go well? Cassio has beaten thee,

And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier’d Cassio; [365]
Though other things grow fair against the sun,
But fruits that blossom first, will first be ripe;
Content thyself awhile; by the mass ’tis morning;
Pleasure, and action, make the hours seem short:

Retire thee, go where thou art billeted, [370]
Away I say, thou shalt know more hereafter:
Nay, get thee gone. (Exit Roderigo) Some things are to be done,

My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress,
I’ll set her on.
Myself awhile to draw the Moor apart, [375]
And bring him jump when he may Cassio find,
Soliciting his wife: ay, that’s the way,

Dull not device by coldness and delay.
Exit.