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O, thou bale weed, why art fo lovely fair ?
Def. Alas, what ignorant fin have I committed ?
Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Def. No, as I am a chriftian.
Oth. What, not a whore ?
Oth. I cry you mercy, then.
SC E NE X.
Enter Æmilia. You, Mistress, That have the office opposite to St. Peter, And keep the gate of hell; You! you ! ay, you ! We have done our course, there's money for
your pains ; I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. [Exit,
Æmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive ? How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?
Def. Faith, half asleep.
Def. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia.
SCEN E XI.
Enter Iago and Æmilia. lago. WHAT is your pleasure, Madam? how
Des. I cannot tell; those, that do teach your babes, Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks ; He might have chid me so ; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding.
Jago. What's the matter, lady?
Æmil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd ber, Thrown such despight and heavy terms upon her, That true hearts cannot bear it.
Def. Am I that name, Iago?
Æmil. He call'd her whore; a beggar in his drink,
Def. I do not know; I'm sure, I am none fuch. lago. Do not weep, do not weep; alas, the day !
Æmil. Hath she forsook so many noble matches ? Her father? and her country ? and her friends? To be call'd whorer? would it not make one weep?
Def. It is my wretched fortune. lago. Beshrew him fort! how comes this trick
Def. Nay, heav'n doth know,
Æmil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Has not devis'd this flander: I'll be hang'd else,
lago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. Def. If any such there be, heay'n pardon him! Æmil. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his
bones ? Why should he call her whore? who keeps her comWhat place ? what time? what form ? what likely
hood ? The Moor's abus’d by some moft villanous knave, Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow. Oh heav'n, that such companions thou'dst unfold, And put in every honeft hand a whip,
, To lalh the rascal naked through the world, Ey'n from the east to th' welt!
lago. Speak within door. Emil. Oh fie, upon them! some such '[quire he
was, That turn'd your wit the feamy side without ; And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
Iago. You are a fool ; go to.
Def. Alas, Iago, What shall I do to win my lord again ? Good friend, go to him ; by this light of heav'n, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel;
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
lago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour; The business of the State do's him offence, And he does chide with you.
Def. If 'twere no other,
Iago. It is but so, I warrant. [Trumpets. Hark, how these instruments summon to supper ! The messenger of Venice stays the meat ; Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
Exeunt Desdemona and Amelia.
S. CE N E XII.
Enter Rodorigo, to Iago.
Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st juftly with me,
Rod. Every day thou doft'st me with some device, lago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keep'ft from me all conveniency, than luppleft me with the least advantage of hope. I will, indeed, no longer endure it. Nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffer'd.
lago. Will you hear me, Rodorigo ?
Rod. Faith,' I have heard too much; and your words and performances are no kin together, T6
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 hall have corrupted a Votarist
. You have told me, she hath receiv'd them, and return'd me expectations and comforts of sudden resped and acquittance; but I find
Iago. Well, go to; very well.
Rod. Very well, go to; I cannot go to, man, nor 'tis not very well; nay, I think, it is scurvy, and begin to find myself fob'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 feek fatisfaction of you.
lago. You have said now
Rot. Ay, and said nothing, but what, I proteft, intendment of doing.
Iago. Why, now, I see, there's meitle in thee; and even from this instant do I build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Rodorigo, thou hast taken against me a most juft exception; but, I protest, I have dealt moft direally in tby affair.
Rod. It hath not appear'd.
lago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeat'd ; and your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Rodorigo, if thou hast That in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever, (I mean, suppose, courage, and valour) this night thew it. If thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this wotld with treachery, and devise engines for my life. Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason and compass?