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O, thou bale weed, why art fo lovely fair ?
Def. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ?
Oih. 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.
Æmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive ? How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?
Def. Faith, half alleep." Din
Def. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilin.
Enter Iago and Æmilia.
- is't with you?
Jago. What's the matter, lady?
Æmil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, Thrown such despight and heavy terms upon her, That true hearts cannot bear it.
Def. Am I that name, Iago ?
Emil. 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 whore? would it not make one weep?
Def. It is my wretched fortune. lago. Beshrew him for't! how comes this trick
upon him? Def. Nay, heav'n doth know.
Æmil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and infinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Has not devis'd this lander: I'll be hang'd else,
lago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. Def. If any such there be, heav'n pardon him ! Æmil. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his
bones ? Why should he call ber whore ? :who keeps her comWhat place ? what time? what form ? what likely
hood ? The Moor's abus'd by some most villanous n'ave, Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow. Oh heav'n, that such companions thou'dit unfold,
put in every honeft hand a whip,
Iago. Speak within door.
Iago. You are a fool; go to.
Def. Alas, Iago, What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go lo 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,
| Exeunt Desdemona and Amelia.
S CE N E XII.
Enter Rodorigo, to Iago.
Rod. I do not find, that thou deal' It justly with me,
Rod. Every day thou doft'st me with some device, lago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keep'it 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.
Iago. 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 ine, 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 respect and acquittance; but I find
lago. Well, go to; very well.
Rod. Very well, go to ; I cannot go to, man, nor Pris not very well; nay, I think, it is scurvy, and begin to find my self fob'd in it.
lago. 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 fuit, and repent my unlawful solicitation: if not, assure yourself, - I will feek satisfaction of you.
lago. You have said now
Rod. Ay, and faid nothing, but what, I protest, intendment of doing,
lago. Why, now, I see, there's mettle 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 just exception; but, I protest, I have dealt molt direaly in tby affair.
Rod. It hath not appear'd.
lago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appėåt'd; and your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Rodorigo, if thou haft That in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever, (I mean, suppose, courage, and valour) this night ihew 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 reafon and compass ?