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I pray you, be content, ’tis but his humour,
               The business of the state does him offence,
               And he does chide with you.



              DESDEMONA
               If ’twere no other, −



              IAGO
                               ’Tis but so, I warrant you; [170]

                                                                                                     Trumpets.
               Hark, how these instruments summon you to supper,
               And the great messengers of Venice stay:
               Go in, and weep not, all things shall be well.

                                                                         Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.


                                                      Enter Roderigo.



               How now, Roderigo?



              RODERIGO
          I do not find that thou deal’st justly with me. [175]



              IAGO
          What in the contrary?



              RODERIGO
          Every day thou doffest me with some device, Iago, and rather, as it seems to

          me, thou keepest from me all conveniency than suppliest me with the least
          advantage  of  hope:  I  will  indeed  no  [180]  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  performance  are  no  kin
          together. [185]
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