[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.]
Enter Roderigo.
How now, Roderigo?
RODERIGO.
I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.
IAGO.
What in the contrary?
RODERIGO.
Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago, and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest 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?
RODERIGO.
Faith, I have heard too much, for your words and performances are no kin together.
IAGO.
You charge me most unjustly.
RODERIGO.
With naught 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 hath received them, and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquaintance, but I find none.