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Æmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
Des. Faith, half asleep.
Des. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia,
bed my wedding sheets, remember
Æmil. Here's a change indeed!
Def. 'Tis meet I should be us’d so, very meet :
SCEN E XI.
Enter Jago and Æmilia.
Des. I cannot tell; those that do teach your babes,
Jago. What's the matter, lady?
Æmil. Alas, Jago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her,
Def. Am I that name, Jago?
Æmil. He called her whore ; a beggar, in his drink,
Jago. Why did he so?
Æmil. Hath she forsook so many noble marches ?
Des. It is my wretched fortune.
Æmil. I will be hang’d if some eternal villain,
Jago. Fie, there is no fuch man; it is impossible.
Æmil. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones.
honeft hand a whip, To lash the rascal naked through the world, Ev'n from the east to th' west!
Jago. Speak within door.
Æmil. Oh fie upon them! Some such squire he was
Jago. You are a fool; go to.
Def. Alas, Jago.
Good friend, go to him; by this light of heav'n,
Jago. I pray you be content ; 'tis but his humour ;
Des. If ’twere no other
Jago. It is but so, I warrant.
[Exeunt Desdemona and Æmilia. SCEN E XII.
Rod. I do not find that thou deal'st justly with me.
Rod. Every day thou doft'st me with some devise Jago, 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 perswaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffer’d.
Jago. Will you hear me, Rodorigo ?
Rod. I have heard too much; and your words and performances are no kin together.
Jago. You charge me most unjustly.
Rod. With nought but truth: I have wasted my self out of my means. The jewels you have had from me to deliver to Def demona, would half have corrupted a Votarist. You have told me she hath receiv’d them, and return’d me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquaintance, but I find none.
Jago. 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 my self fob’d in it.
Jago. Very well.
Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make my self known to Desdemona: If she will return me my jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent my unlawful solicitation: if
self I will seek satisfaction of
you. Jago. You have said. now.
Rod. Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.
Jago. 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 ine a molt just exception; but I protest I have dealt most directly in thy affair.
Rod. It hath not appear’d.
Fago. I grant indeed it hath not appear’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 (1 mean, purpose, courage, and valour) this night shew it. If thou the next night following enjoy 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 compass?
Jago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place.
Rod. Is that true? why then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.
Jago. Oh no; he goes into Mauritania, and cakech away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be liogred here by some accident. Wherein none can be fo determinate, as the removing of Casio.
Rod. How do you mean removing him? ?
Jago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains.
Rod. And that you would have me to do?
Jago. Ay, if you dare do your self a profit, and a right. He fups 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 amaz’d at it, but go along with me; I will shew you such a necessity in his death, that you shall think your self bound to pat it on bim. - It is now high fupper-time; and the night grows to waste. About it.
Rod. I will hear further reason for this.