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Emil. O, fie upon him! some such squire he was,
Iago. You are a fool; go to.
O good Iago,
If 'twere no other,
[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
Enter Roderigo. How now, Roderigo?
Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly with
Iago. What in the contrary?
Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some device, Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now,) keep’st from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will, indeed, no longer endure it: Nor am I yet persuaded, to put up
peace what already I have foolishly suffer'd.
Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo?
Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your words, and performances, are no kin together.
Iago. You charge me most unjustly.
Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of my means. The jewels you have had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half have corrupted a votarist: You have told me—she has received them, and return'd me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquittance; but I find none.
Iago. Well; go to; very well.
Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobb d in it.
Iago. Very well.
Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make myself known to Desdemona: If she will return
me my jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself, I will seek satisfaction of you.
Iago. You have said now.
Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what I protest intendment of doing.
Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just exception; but yet, I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.
Rod. It hath not appear'd.
Iago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appear’d; and your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever,- I mean, purpose, courage, and valour,—this night show it: if thou the next night following enjoyest not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my
life. Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and compass?
Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place.
Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.
Iago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be linger'd here by some accident; wherein none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio.
Rod. How do you mean-removing of him?
Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains.
Rod. And that you would have me do?
Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither will I go to him;—he knows not yet of his honourable fortune: if you will watch his going thence, (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one,) you may take him at your pleasure; I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me; I will show
such a necessity in his death, that
you self bound to put it on him. It is now high supper-time, and the night grows to waste: about it.
Rod. I will hear further reason for this.
shall think your
ANOTHER ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia, and
Will you walk, sir?-
Oth. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be return'd forth with: dismiss your attendant there; look, it be done. Des. I will, my lord.
[E.reunt Othello, Lodovico, and Attendants. Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than
Emil. I would, you had never seen him!
him, That even his stubbornness, his checks, and frowns, Pr'ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour in
them. Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on
the bed. Des. All's one:- Good father! how foolish are
our minds !
Come, come, you talk. Des. My mother had a maid, call’d—Barbara; She was in love; and he, she lov’d, prov'd mad, And did forsake her: she had a song of—willow,