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 Emil. low, An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? 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 nether lip. 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 moans; Sing willow, &c. Her salt tears fell from her, Lay by these: and soften'd the stones; Sing willow, willow, willow ; 'Pr'ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon. Sing all a green willow must be my gar land. 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 mo 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 Emil. There be some such, no question. 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. 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, And pour our treasures into foreign laps; us, Or scant our former having in despite : grace, Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know, Their wives have sense like them; they see, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, Des. Good night, good night; Heaven me such usage send, Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. A Street. Enter IAGO and RODERIGO. Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come; Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home; Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. 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, 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. Enter CASSIO. Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he:-Villain, thou diest. [Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at CASSIO. 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! [IAGO rushes from his post, and cuts CASSIO behind in the Leg, and exit. Cas. I am maim'd for ever:-Help, ho! murder! murder! Enter OTHELLO, at a distance. [Falls. Oth. The voice of Cassio:-Iago keeps his word. Rod. O, villain that I am! Oth. Oth. 'Tis he;-O brave lago, 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 spotted. [Exit OTHELLO. VOL. VIII. C C Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. Cas. What ho! no watch! no passage? 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 heavy night: These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe To come into the cry, without more help. Rod. Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death. Enter IAGO, with a Light. Lod. Hark! Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder? Lod. We do not know. Iago. Give me some help. Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away. Iago. O treacherous villains! [To LODOVICO and GRATIANO. What are you there? come in, and give some help. Rod. O, help me here! Cas. That's one of them. Iago. O murderous slave! O villain! [IAGO stabs RODERIGO. Rod. O damn'd Iago! Ở inhuman dog!~ O! O! O! |