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An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
And she died singing it: That song, to-night,
Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
But to go hang my head all at one side,

And sing it like poor Barbara. Pr'ythee, despatch.
Emil. Shall i go fetch your night-gown?
No, unpin me here.—

Des.

This Lodovico

a proper man.

Emil. A very handsome man.

Des.

And he speaks well.

Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip.

1.

Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore

tree,

Sing all a green willow;

[Singing.

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,

Sing willow, willow, willow:

The fresh streams run by her, and murmur'd her moans;

Sing willow, &c.

Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;

Lay by these:

Sing willow, willow, willow:

Pr'ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon.—

Sing all a green willow must be my garlánd.

II.

Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,—

Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that knocks? Emil. It is the wind.

Des. I call'd my love, false love; but what said he then?

Sing willow, &c.

If I court mol women, you'll couch with mo men.

So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch;

Doth that bode weeping?

Emil.

Tis neither here nor there. Des. I have heard it said so.-O, these men, these

men!

Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Emilia,That there be women do abuse their husbands

In such gross hind?

Emil.

There be some such, no question. Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the

world?

Emil. Why, would not you?

Des.

No, by this heavenly light!

Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light;

I might do't as well i'the dark.

Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the

world?

Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great price

For a small vice.

Des. Good troth, I think thou would'st not. Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and undo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for measures of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition: but, for the whole world,-Why, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for't.

Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world.

(1) Mo for more.

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the world; and, having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right.

Des. I do not think there is any such woman. Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many

To the vantage, as would store the world they play'd for.

But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults,

If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their duties,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps;
Or else break out in peevish jealousies,

Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us,
Or scant our former having in despite;

Why, we have galls; and, though we have some grace,

Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know, Their wives have sense2 like them: they see, and

smell,

And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have. What is it that they do,
When they change us for others? Is it sport?
I think it is; And doth affection breed it?
I think, it doth; Is't frailty, that thus errs?
It is so too: And have not we affections?
Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have?
Then, let them use us well: else, let them know,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.

Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such

usage send,

Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend!

(1) Our former allowance of expense. (2) Sensation

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I-A street. Enter Iago and Roderigo.

lago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come:

Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home;
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow:
It makes us, or it mars us: think on that,
And fix most firm thy resolution.

Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. Iago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy sword. [Retires to a little distance. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he has given me satisfying reasons:-'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he dies. [Goes to his stand.

Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to

the sense.2

And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,

Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large

Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd3 from him,
As gifts to Desdemona;

It must not be if Cassio de remain,

He hath a daily beauty in his life,

That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor May unfold me to him; there stand I in much

peril :

No, he must die:-But so, I hear him coming.

Enter Cassio.

Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he ;-Villain, thou diest. [Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at

Cassio.

(1) Unsheathed.

(2) To the quick.

(3) Fished.

Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou think'st;

I will make proof of thine.

Rod.

[Draws, and wounds Roderigo. O, I am slain !

[lago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind in the leg, and exit.

Cas. I am maim'd for ever:-Help, ho! murder! murder!

[Falls.

Enter Othello, at a distance.

Oth. The voice of Cassio:-Iago keeps his word.
Rod. O, villain that I am!

Oth.
Hark! 'tis even so.
Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon!

Oth. 'Tis he;-O brave Iago, honest, and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Thou teachest me,-Minion, your dear lies dead, And your fate hies apace :-Strumpet, I come : Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;

Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be [Exit Othello.

spotted.

Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance.

Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage?2 murder! murder!

Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.

Cas. O, help!

Lod.

Rod.

Hark!

O wretched villain !

Lod. Two or three groans;-it is a heavy3 night; These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe

(2) No passengers.

(1) Out.
(3) Thick, cloudy.

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