Des. Your honour is most welcome.

Oth. Will you walk, sir?-O, Desdemona !

Des. My lord?

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Oth. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be return'd forthwith: dismiss your attendant there; look, it be done.

Des. I will, my lord.

[Exit.

Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than he

did.

Des. He says, he will return incontinent:

He hath commanded me to go to bed,

And bade me to dismiss you.

Emil. Dismiss me!

Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Æmilia, Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu :

We must not now displease him.

Emil. I would, you had never seen him!

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Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve

him,

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,

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And

And did forsake her: she had a song of willow,
An old thing 'twas; but it express'd her fortune,
And she dy'd singing it: That song, to-night,
Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
But to go hang my head all o' one side,
And sing it like poor Barbara. Pr'ythee, dispatch.
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. He speaks well.

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

Des. The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow;

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

Sing willow, willow, willow:

[Singing.

The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans į Sing willow, &c.

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

Lay by these:

Sing willow, &c.

Willow, willow, &c.

Pr'ythee, hye thee; he'll come anon.

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Sing all a green willow must be my garland.

2.

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Let no body blame him, his scorn I approve→→

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

Emil. It is the wind.

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

then?

Sing willow, &c.

If I court more women, you'll couch with more 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, Æmilia,--That there be women do abuse their husbands

In such gross kind?

Emil. There be some such, no question.

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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. Wouldst 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. In troth, I think thou wouldst not.

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Emil. In 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;

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.

Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong For the whole world. 670

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,

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

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

Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know,
Their wives have sense 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?
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?

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Then,

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! 697 [Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE 1.

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.
lago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy
sword.

Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed;

And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons:'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he dies. 10

[Stands apart.

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

sense,

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