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Sing willow, &c. Willow, willow, &c.
(Pr’ythee, hie thee, he'll come anon)
Æmil. 'Tis the wind.
Sing willow, &c.
Æmil. 'Tis neither here nor there,
Def. Thave heard it said so; oh these men, these men!
Æmil. There be some such, no question.
? Def. No, by this heav'nly light.
Æmil. Nor I neither, by this heav'nly light: I might do't as well i' th dark.
Def. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world?
Æmil. The world's a huge thing. It is a great price for a small vice.
Def. In troth I think thou would'At not.
Æmil, In troth I think I should, and undo't when I. had doce. 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 all the whole world ! why, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch ? I should venture purgatory for’t.
Def. Belhrew me, if I would do such a wrong For the whole world.
Æmil, Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th' world; and having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right.
Def. I do not think there is any such woman.
Æmil. Yes, a dozen ; and as many to th' 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 lack their duties,
Let husbands know,
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S CE N E 1.
Enter Iago and Rodorigo.
be come :
Rod. Be near at hand, I may miscarry in't.
Rod, I have no great devotion to the deed,
[Stands apart. Iago. I've rubb’d this young gnat almo t co the fente, And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Calio, Or Callio bim, or each do kill the other,
Every way makes my gain. Live Rodorigo,
[He runs at Caffio, and wounds him;. Caf, That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou kaow'st: I will make proof of thine. [Fight, fago cuts Callio behind in the leg, and exit.
[Then Rodorigo and Cassio fall. Rod, Oh, I am slain. Gaf. I'm main'd for ever; help, hoa! murther,
murther ! SCENE II. Enter Othello above at a window.. Oth. The voice of Callio.-Lago keeps his word. Rod. Oh, villain that I am ! Oth. It is even fo. Caf: Oh, help, ho! light! a surgeon !
Oih. 'Tis he! oh, brave fago, honest and just, That haft such noble sense of thy friend's wrong ; Thou teachelt me Minion, your dear lies dead; And your fate hies apace. Strumpet, I come: From off my heart, those charms, thine eyes, are blotted ;; Thy bed, lult-Itain'd, shall with luit's blood be spotted.
[Exit Othello. S" CE
III. Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance, Caf. What, ho! no watch ? no passage ? murther
murther? Gra. 'Tis fome mischance ; the voice is very direfuls. Eaf. Oh help!
be counterfeits : let's think't unsafe
Enter Iago in his shirt, with a light and fruord. Lod. HarkGra. Here's one comes in his shirt with light and
weapons. lago. Who's there? whose noise is this that cries out
murther? Lod. We do not know, layo. Do you not hear a cry? Caf. Here, here ; for beav'n's fake, help me. lago. What's the matter? Gra. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it. Lod. The same indeed, a very valiant fellow. lago. What are you here that cry fo grievously?
Gal. lago ? oh I'm spoil'd, undone by villains ? Give me some help. lago. Oh me, Lieutenant ! what villains have done:
this? Caf. I think that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away.
lago. Oh treacherous villains ! What are you there? come in and give some help.
[To Lod, and Gra) Rod. Oh, help me there. Caf. That's one of thein. lag, oh murth'rous slave! oh villain ! [Iago fiabs him. Rod, oh damn’d lago ! oh inhumane dog! [Diese lago. Kill men i' th’ dark? where be. These bloody.
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
lago. How is't, brother? Caf. My leg is cut in two. lago. Marry, heav'n forbid ? Light, gentlemen, I'll bind it with my shirt. .
S CE N E IV. Enter Bianca. Bian. What is the matter, hoa, who is't that cry'd? lazo. Who is't that cry’d?
Bian. Oh my dear Callio,
lago. O notable itrumpet ! Callio, may you suspect Who they should be thaç have thus mangled you !
Gra, I'm sorry to find you thus : I have been to seek
you, lago. Lend me a garter. So-Oh for a chair To bear him easily hence.
Bian. Alas he faints, Oh Caffi), Cassio, Callio l.
lago. Gentlemen all, I do futpeat this trash
Gra. What, of Venice ?
lago. Signior Gratiano ? I cry your gentle pardon : Ihele bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you.
Gra. I am glad to see you.
lago. He, he, 'tis he: oh, that's well faid, the chair. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the General's furgeon. For you, mistress, Save you your labour. He that lies sain here, Cassio, Was my
dear friend. What malice was between you ? Cal. Noce in the world ; nor do I know the man. lago. What, look you pale?
-Oh, bear him out o'th' air. Stay you, good gentlemen, Look you pale, mistress?