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She says enough-Yet she's a simple bawd,
Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA.
Oth. Let me see your eyes :-
Oth. Some of your function, mistress ;
[Exit EMILIA, Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech im
Oth. What art thou?
Des. Heaven doth truly know it.
How am I false ?
Des. Alas, the heavy day !-Why do you weep ?
Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Why, I have lost him too.
Oth. Had it pleas'd Heaven To try me with affliction; had he rain'd All kind of sores and shames on my bare head; Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; Given to captivity me, and my hopes ; I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience :But there, where I have garner'd up my heart ; Where, either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence !Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads To knot and gender in !--Turn thy complexion there, Patience,-thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim,Ay, there, look grim as hell !
Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest.
Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken e'en with blowing. O, thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee, —'Would, thou hadst
ne'er been born! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ?
Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Des. By Heaven, you do me wrong.
Oth. I cry you mercy, then;
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
Des. With whom?
Des. I have none - Do not talk to me, Emilia :-
[Exit. Des. "Tis meet I should be us'd so, very meet.
Enter Iago and EMILIA.
Emil. Alas, lago, my lord bath so bewhor'd her,
Des. Am I that name, lago?
Emil. . He call’d her, whore; a beggar, in his drink,
Iago. Why did he so ?
Emil. Hath she forsook so many noble matches,
Iago. Beshrew him for it!
Des. Nay, Heaven doth know.
Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
Iago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.
bones! Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her com
pany? What place? what time? what form ? what likeli
honest hand a whip,
Iago. Speak within door.
side without, And made you to suspect me with the Moor. Iago. You are a fool; go to.
Des. O, good lago, What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of Heaven, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel :If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed ; Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Delighted them in any other form; Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will,—though he do shake me off To beggarly'divorcement,---love him dearly, Comfort forswear me!--Unkindness may do much ;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
[They raise her.
Des. If 'twere no other,
Iago. It is but so, I warrant you.
[Exeunt DesdeMONA and Emilia.
Rod. I do not find that thou deal'st justly with me.
Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some device, Iago ; and rather, as it seems to me, thou keep’st from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with ihe 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 suffered.
Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ?
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 memshe has received them, and returned 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 band, I say, 'tis 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