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 bombast circumstanceHorribly stuff'd with epithets of war;And, in conclusion, Nonsuits my mediators; for, 'Certes, ' says he, 'I have already chose my officer.'And what was he?Forsooth, a great arithmetician, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knowsMore than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, Wherein the toged consuls can proposeAs masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise, Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election: And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proofAt Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other groundsChristian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'dBy debitor and creditor: this counter-caster, He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, And I-God bless the mark!-his Moo