Othello

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Iago,
     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:
    Kneels
         If e’er my will did trespass gainst his love,
     Either in discourse 171 of thought or actual deed,
     Or that 172 mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense
     Delighted them, or any other form,
     Or that I do not yet 174 , and ever did,
     And ever will — though he do shake me off
     To beggarly divorcement — love him dearly,
     Comfort forswear 177 me! Unkindness may do much,
     And his unkindness may defeat my life,
     But never taint my love. I cannot say ‘whore’:
     It does abhor 180 me now I speak the word:
     To do the act that might the addition 181 earn
     Not the world’s mass of vanity 182 could make me.
    IAGO    I pray you be content: ’tis but his humour 183 .
     The business of the state does him offence.
    DESDEMONA    If ’twere no other—
    IAGO    It is but so, I warrant.
    Trumpets within
         Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
     The messengers of Venice stays 188 the meat:
     Go in, and weep not: all things shall be well.
    Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia
    Enter Rodorigo
         How now, Rodorigo?
    RODORIGO    I do not find that thou deal’st justly with me.
    IAGO    What in the contrary?
    RODORIGO    Every day thou daff’st me 193 with some device, Iago,
     and rather, as it seems to me now, keep’st from me all
      conveniency 195 than suppliest me with the least advantage of
     hope. I will indeed no longer endure it, nor am I yet
     persuaded to put up 197 in peace what already I have foolishly
     suffered.
    IAGO    Will you hear me, Rodorigo?
    RODORIGO    I have heard too much, and your words and
     performances are no kin together.
    IAGO    You charge me most unjustly.
    RODORIGO    With naught but truth: I have wasted myself out
     of my means. The jewels you have had from me to
     deliver Desdemona would half have corrupted a votarist 205 :
     you have told me she hath received them and returned
     me expectations and comforts 207 of sudden respect and
      acquaintance 208 , but I find none.
    IAGO    Well, go to 210 , very well.
    RODORIGO    ‘Very well’! ‘Go to’! I cannot go to, man, nor ’tis not
     very well: nay, I think it is scurvy, and begin to find myself
      fopped 212 in it.
    IAGO    Very well.
    RODORIGO    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 217 of you.
    IAGO    You have said 218 now.
    RODORIGO    Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment 219
     of doing.
    IAGO    Why, now I see there’s mettle 221 in thee, and even from
     this instant do build on thee a better opinion than ever
     before. Give me thy hand, Rodorigo: thou hast taken against
     me a most just exception 224 , but yet I protest I have dealt most
      directly 225 in thy affair.
    RODORIGO    It hath not appeared.
    IAGO    I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your
     suspicion is not without wit and judgement. But, Rodorigo, if
     thou hast that in 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
     enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with
     treachery and devise engines 233 for my life.
    RODORIGO    Well, what is it? Is it within reason and compass 234 ?
    IAGO    Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice
     to depute Cassio in Othello’s

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