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An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
No, unpin me here.-
Ernil. A very handsome man.
And he speaks well. Emil. I know a lady in Venice, whɔ would have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip.
Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore
Sing all a green willow; (Singing.
Sing willow, willow, willow: .
her inoans ;
Sing willow, fic.
stones ; Lay hy these:
Sing willow, willow, willow : Pr’ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon.
Sing all a green willow must be my gar. lánd.
II. Lot 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
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 £9.-0, these men, these
Emil. There be some such, no question.
No, by this heavenly light!
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 : celse, 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.
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 ihy resolution.
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. lago. 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.
oes to his stand. Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost 10
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 i:om 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, thuu diest. [Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at
Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou think'st; I will make proof of thine.
[Draws, and wounds Roderigo. Rod.
0, I am slain! [Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind
in the leg, and exit. Cas. I am maim'd for ever:-Help, ho! murder! murder!
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 ;-0 brave Iago, honest, and just, Thai 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: Forthl of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are
blotted ; Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted.
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