Page 1449 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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IAGO
Come on, come on, you are pictures out o’ doors;
Bells in your parlours; wild-cats in your kitchens; [110]
Saints in your injuries; devils being offended;
Players in your housewifery; and housewives in your beds.
DESDEMONA
O, fie upon thee, slanderer!
IAGO
Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk,
You rise to play, and go to bed to work. [115]
EMILIA
You shall not write my praise.
IAGO
No, let me not.
DESDEMONA
What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst praise me?
IAGO
O gentle lady, do not put me to’t,
For I am nothing, if not critical.
DESDEMONA
Come on, assay... there’s one gone to the harbour? [120]
IAGO
Ay, madam.
DESDEMONA
I am not merry, but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise:
Come, how wouldst thou praise me?
