Page 1537 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

The Moor’s abus’d by some outrageous knave,
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow;
O heaven, that such companions thou ’ldst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip,

To lash the rascal naked through the world, [145]
Even from the east to the west!

IAGO
Speak within doors.

EMILIA
O, fie upon him! Some such squire he was,
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.

DESDEMONA
O good Iago, [150]
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:
If e’er my will did trespass ’gainst his love
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed, [155]
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,

Delighted them in any other form,
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will (though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement) love him dearly, [160]

Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love. I cannot say “whore”:
It does abhor me now I speak the word;

To do the act that might the addition earn [165]
Not the world’s mass of vanity could make me.

IAGO