救星!!

一時情急........
找了這個來~

[Enter RODERIGO and IAGO]
Roderigo. Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly, That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse, As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
羅德利哥及伊阿古上。
羅德利哥 嘿！別對我說，伊阿古；我把我的錢袋交給你支配，讓你隨意花用，你卻做了他們的同謀，這太不夠朋友啦。

Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me. If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.

伊阿古 他媽的！你總不肯聽我說下去。要是我做夢會想到這種事情，你不要把我當做一個人。

Roderigo. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.

羅德利哥 你告訴我你恨他。

Iago. 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 circumstance Horribly 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 knows More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, Wherein the toged consuls can propose As 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 proof
At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster,
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, And I—God bless the mark!—his Moorship's ancient.

伊阿古要是我不恨他，你從此別理我。這城裡的三個當道要人親自向他打招呼，舉薦我做他的副將；憑良心說，我知道我自己的價值，難道我就做不得一個副將？可是他眼睛裡只有自己沒有別人，對於他們的請求，都用一套充滿了軍事上口頭禪的空話回絕了；因為，他說，「我已經選定我的將佐了。」他選中的是個什麼人呢？哼，一個算學大家，一個叫做邁克爾·凱西奧的弗羅稜薩人，一個幾乎因為娶了嬌妻而誤了終身的傢伙；他從來不曾在戰場上領過一隊兵，對於佈陣作戰的知識，懂得簡直也不比一個老守空閨的女人多；即使懂得一些書本上的理論，那些身穿寬袍的元老大人們講起來也會比他更頭頭是道；只有空談，不切實際，這就是他的全部的軍人資格。可是，老兄，他居然得到了任命；我在羅得斯島、塞浦路斯島，以及其他基督徒和異教徒的國土之上，立過多少的軍功，都是他親眼看見的，現在卻必須低首下心，受一個市儈的指揮。這位掌櫃居然做起他的副將來，而我呢——上帝恕我這樣說——卻只在這位黑將軍的麾下充一名旗官。

Roderigo. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.

羅德利哥 天哪，我寧願做他的劊子手。

Iago. Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself, Whether I in any just term am affined To love the Moor.

伊阿古 這也是沒有辦法呀。說來真叫人惱恨，軍隊裡的陞遷可以全然不管古來的定法，按照各人的階級依次遞補，只要誰的關係好，能夠得到上官的歡心，就可以越級晉升。現在，老兄，請你替我評一評，我究竟有什麼理由要跟這摩爾人要好。