Desdemona
If ’twere no other—
Iago
’Tis but so, I warrant.
Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
The messengers of Venice stay the meat;
Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
Trumpets within.; Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
Roderigo
I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.
Iago
What in the contrary?
Roderigo
Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me all conveniency than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will indeed no 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 performances are no kin together.
Iago
You charge me most unjustly.