IAGO:
Roderigo... what do... you think of?
RODERIGO:
Drowning myself...
IAGO:
Fools are th'only ones who end their lives for love's sake...
RODERIGO:
What should I do?
IAGO:
Come on, my lad, and reason,
and wait for the times to get better...
your lady-love Desdemona,
whom you still long for in your secret wet dreams,
will soon grow weary of chocolate kisses
from that thick-lipped beast before you know it...
Good Roderigo,
see me as your best friend, for good or evil;
and close to me's the answer to your broken heart's distress...
...
IAGO:
If her frail vow is a nut to crack
not too hard for my wits or those skills of mine, I swear, Roderigo...
I swear that you'll soon be cradling her in your arms.
Now listen...
Though I pretend to love him, I hate Othello...
You want to know the reason? There he is, right there!
(Pointing at Cassio, who is flirting with Bianca and other women)
That frilly little stripling there wrested my rank from me;
usurped the rank that
is mine by right, and that I have deserved in many
hard-contested battles!
...
He chose that young lieutenant,
and I remain still on His Moorish Lordship's service...
as ensign.
...
Yet, as sure as Roderigo's your name,
as true that, if I were Cassio or Othello...
I'd never trust or even hear a Iago...
...
If you would listen...
(During all of Iago's rant, Cassio also commands the men to get the fireworks and the bonfire ready for the victory revels. The first fireworks are fired in the segue to next song)
Roderigo... what do... you think of?
RODERIGO:
Drowning myself...
IAGO:
Fools are th'only ones who end their lives for love's sake...
RODERIGO:
What should I do?
IAGO:
Come on, my lad, and reason,
and wait for the times to get better...
your lady-love Desdemona,
whom you still long for in your secret wet dreams,
will soon grow weary of chocolate kisses
from that thick-lipped beast before you know it...
Good Roderigo,
see me as your best friend, for good or evil;
and close to me's the answer to your broken heart's distress...
...
IAGO:
If her frail vow is a nut to crack
not too hard for my wits or those skills of mine, I swear, Roderigo...
I swear that you'll soon be cradling her in your arms.
Now listen...
Though I pretend to love him, I hate Othello...
You want to know the reason? There he is, right there!
(Pointing at Cassio, who is flirting with Bianca and other women)
That frilly little stripling there wrested my rank from me;
usurped the rank that
is mine by right, and that I have deserved in many
hard-contested battles!
...
He chose that young lieutenant,
and I remain still on His Moorish Lordship's service...
as ensign.
...
Yet, as sure as Roderigo's your name,
as true that, if I were Cassio or Othello...
I'd never trust or even hear a Iago...
...
If you would listen...
(During all of Iago's rant, Cassio also commands the men to get the fireworks and the bonfire ready for the victory revels. The first fireworks are fired in the segue to next song)