1 Enter Cassio, driving in Roderigo.
2 He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
3 Enter Desdemona, Iago, Roderigo, and Emilia.
4 Enter Brabantio, Othello, Iago, Roderigo and Officers.
5 Cassio, my lord, hath kill'd a young Venetian Call'd Roderigo.
6 Enter Brabantio, Roderigo and Officers with torches and weapons.
7 The one of them imports The death of Cassio, to be undertook By Roderigo.
8 Here is a letter Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo, And here another.
9 Cassio hath here been set on in the dark By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd.'
10 Live Roderigo, He calls me to a restitution large Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him, As gifts to Desdemona.
11 For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: In following him, I follow but myself.
12 There is besides in Roderigo's letter, How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Brave me upon the watch, whereon it came That I was cast.
13 Now here's another discontented paper, Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems, Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain, But that, belike, Iago in the interim Came in and satisfied him.
14 Now my sick fool Roderigo, Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out, To Desdemona hath tonight carous'd Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch: Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits, That hold their honours in a wary distance, The very elements of this warlike isle, Have I tonight fluster'd with flowing cups, And they watch too.