Iago. Beshrew him for't![6474][6475]
How comes this trick upon him?[6474]
Des. Nay, heaven doth know. 130
Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
Have not devised this slander; I'll be hang'd else.[6476]
Iago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. 135
Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him![6477]
Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones![6478]
Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company?[6478]
What place? what time? what form? what likelihood?[6478]
The Moor's abused by some most villanous knave,[6479] 140
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
O heaven, that such companions thou'ldst unfold,[6480]
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world[6481]
Even from the east to the west!
Iago. Speak within door.[6482] 145
Emil. O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was[6483]
That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
Iago. You are a fool; go to.
Des. O good Iago,[6484]
What shall I do to win my lord again? 150
Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,[6485]
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:[6486][6487]
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love[6487]
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,[6487][6488]
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,[6487] 155
Delighted them in any other form,[6487][6489]
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,[6487]
And ever will, though he do shake me off[6487]
To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,[6487]
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;[6487][6490] 160
And his unkindness may defeat my life,[6487]
But never taint my love. I cannot say 'whore':[6487][6491]
It doth abhor me now I speak the word;[6487][6492]
To do the act that might the addition earn[6487]
Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.[6487] 165