Iago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour:
The business of the state does him offence,
And he does chide with you.[6493]
Des. If 'twere no other,—
Iago. 'Tis but so, I warrant. [Trumpets within.[6494]
Hark, how these instruments summon to supper![6495] 170
The messengers of Venice stay the meat:[6496]
Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.[6497]
Enter Roderigo.
How now, Roderigo![6498]
Rod. I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.[6499]
Iago. What in the contrary? 175
Rod. Every day thou daffest me with some device,[6500][6501]
Iago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me[6502][6501]
all conveniency than suppliest me with the least advantage[6501][6503][6504]
of hope. I will indeed no longer endure it; nor am I yet[6501][6504]
persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly[6501] 180
suffered.[6501]
Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo?