All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; To knot and gender in! turn thy complexion there, Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born! Committed! I should make very forges of my cheeks, - What committed? Heaven stops the nose at it, Impudent strumpet! Des. Oth. Des. What committed? If to preserve this vessel for my lord, No, as I am a Christian. I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, Re-enter EMILIA. That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, We have done our course; there's money for your pains. Emil. Alas! what does this gentleman conceive? Emil. Good Madam, what's the matter with my lord? Emil. Why, with my lord, Madam. Des. Who is thy lord? Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady. Des. I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia: But what should go by water. Pr'ythee, to-night And call thy husband hither. remember; Emil. How have I been behav'd, that he might stick The small 'st opinion on my least misuse? Re-enter EMILIA, with IAGO. [Exit. [Exit. Iago. What is your pleasure, Madam? How is it with you? Des. I cannot tell. Do it with gentle means, Those, that do teach young babes, and easy tasks: He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding. Iago. What's the matter, lady? Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, As true hearts cannot bear. Des. Am I that name, Iago? Iago. What name, fair lady? Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was. Emil. He call'd her whore: a beggar in his drink, Could not have laid such terms upon his callat. Iago. Why did he so? Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none such. How comes this trick upon him? Des. Beshrew him for it! Nay, heaven doth know. Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Iago. Fie! there is no such man: it is impossible. To lash the rascals naked through the world, Even from the east to the west! Iago. Speak within door. Emil. O, fie upon them! some such squire he was, That turn'd your wit the seamy side without, And made you to suspect me with the Moor. Iago. You are a fool; go to. Des. O good Iago! Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will, though he do shake me off To do the act that might the addition earn, Not the world's mass of vanity could make me. Iago. I pray you, be content; 't is but his humour: The business of the state does him offence, And he does chide with you. Des. If 't were no other, Iago. 'Tis but so, I warrant. Hark, how these instruments summon to supper! The messengers of Venice stay the meat. Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. How now, Roderigo! [Trumpets. [Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA. Enter RODErigo. Rod. I do not find that thou deal'st justly with me. Iago. What in the contrary? Rod. Every day thou daff'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 in peace what already I have foolishly suffered. 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 returned me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquaintance; but I find none. Iago. Well; go to; very well. Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 't is not very well by this hand, I say, it is very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobbed in it. Iago. Very well. Rod. I tell you, 't is 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 appeared. Iago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared, 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. |