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We must not now displease him.
Emil. I would, you had never seen him
Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve
That even his stubbornness, his checks, and frowns,—
Pr'ythee, unpin me, have grace and favour in them.
Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the
bed. - -
Des. All's one:—Good father! how foolish are
our minds !—
If I do die before thee, pr’ythee, shroud me
In one of those same sheets.
Emil. Come, come, you talk.
Des. My mother had a maid call’d—Barbara;
She was in love; and he, she lov'd, prov'd mad,4
And did forsake her: she had a song of-willow,
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
Des. No, unpin me here.—
This Lodovico is 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
I. 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 ran by her, and murmur'd her
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 garländ.
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
Sing willow, &c.
If I court mo; women, you'll couch with momen.
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
Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Emilia,That there be women do abuse their husbands In such gross kind Emil. There be some such, no question. Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world 2 Emil. Why, would not you ? Des. o 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 2 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 2 I should venture purgatory for't. Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world. Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong ithe 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. W. O. L. X. D D
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
Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know,
Their wives have sense" like them: they see, and
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 2
I think, it doth; Is’t frailty, that thus errs 2
It is so too: And have not we affections :
Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have 2
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
Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend!
SCENE I. A Street.
Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come:
° Our former allowance of expences 7 Sensation,
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
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'd' from him,
As gifts to Desdemona;
It must not be : if Cassio do 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.
Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he ;-Villain, thou diest.
[Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at
Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,