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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 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, it is very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobbed 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 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.
Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and com
Iago. Sir, there is a special 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 lingered here by soine 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 shew you such a necessity in his death, that you shall think yourself 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.
SCENE III.-- Another Room in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO, LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, EMILIA,
and Attendants. Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no fur
ther. Oth. O, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk. Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your
ladyship. Des. Your honour is most welcome.
Oth. Will you walk, sir?-0,-Desdemona,
Des. My lord ?
Oth. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned forthwith : dismiss your attendant there ; look, it be done. Des. I will, my lord.
[Exeunt Othello, LODOVICO, and Attendants. Emil. How goes it now ? he looks gentler than he
Emil. Dismiss me!
Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia,
Emil. I would, you had never seen him !
Des. So would not l; my love doth so approve 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!If I do die before thee, pr’ythee, shroud me In one of those same sheets.
Emil. Come, come, you talk.
Des. My mother had a maid call’d-Barbara ;
Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
Des. No, unpin me here.-This Lodovico is a proper man. Emil. A
handsome Des. And he speaks well.
Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip.
[Singing. Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow :
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ;
Sing willow, &c.
Lay by these;
Sing willow, willow", willow ;
Pr’ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon.
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
Nay, that's not next.---Hark! who is it that knocks ?
Emil. It is the wind.
Des. I call’d my love, false love ; but what said he then ?
Sing willow, &c.
So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch
Emil. 'Tis neither here nor there.
Emil. There be some such, no question.