A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones! Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company? What place? what time? what form? what likelihood? The Moor’s abused by some most villainous 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 rascals naked through the world Even from the east to the west!

O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was That turn’d your wit the seamy side without, And made you to suspect me with the Moor.