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Des. Alas, the heavy day!—Why do you weep? Des. Who is thy lord ? Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord ?


He that is yours, sweet lady. If, haply, you my father do suspect,

Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Emilia; An instrument of this your calling back,

I cannot weep; nor answer I have none, Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, But what should go by water. Pr’ythee, to-night Why, I have lost him too.

Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-remember;Oth.

Had it pleas'd Heaven And call ihy husband hither. To try me with affliction; had he rain'd


Here is a change, indeed! All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head;

[Exit. Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;

Des. 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; How have I been behaved, that he might stick
I should have found in some part of my soul The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse !
A drop of patience: but (alas!) to make me

Re-enter Emilia, with Iago.
A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
To point his slow and moving finger at,-

lago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it 0! 0!

with you? Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:

Des. I cannot tell. Those that do teach young But there, where I have garner'de up my heart;

babes, Where either I must live, or bear no life;

Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks:
The fountain from the which my current runs, He might have chid me so: for, in good faith,
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence !

I am a child to chiding.
Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads


What's the matter, lady? To knot and gender in !- turn thy complexion Emil. Alas, lago, my lord hath so bewbor'd her, there!

Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin; As true hearts cannot bear. Ay, there, look grim as hell !

Des. Am I that name, lago? Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. lago.

What name, fair lady ? Oth. O, ay: as summer flies are in the shambles, Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was. That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Emil. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet,

drink, That the sense aches at thee.--'Would thou hadst Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.' ne'er been born!

lago. Why did he so? Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none such.

Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, lago. Do not weep, do not weep; Alas the day! Made to write whore upon! What committed! Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches, Committed !-0 thou public commoner!

Her father, and her country, and her friends, I should make very forges of my cheeks,

To be call'd—whore? would it not make one weep? That would to cinders burn up modesty,

Des. It is my wretched fortune. Did I but speak thy deeds—What committed! lago.

Beshrew him for it! Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; How comes this trick upon him? The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets,


Nay, heaven doth know. Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,

Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, And will not hear it: What committed !

Some busy and insinuating rogue, Impudent strumpet!

Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, Des.

By heaven, you do me wrong. Have not devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd else. Oth. Are not you a strumpet?

lago. Fye, there's no such man; it is impossible. Des.

No, as I am a Christian: Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! If to preserve this vessel for my lord,

Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his From any other foul unlawful touch,

bones! Be,-not to be a strumpet, I am none.

Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her Oth. What, not a whore?

company? Des.

No, as I shall be saved. What place? what time? what form ? what likeOth. Is it possible ?

lihood? Des. O, heaven forgive us !

The Moor's abused by some, most villanous knave, Oth.

I cry you mercy, then; Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow:I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, O, heaven, that such companions'thou’dst unfold; That married with Othello.- You, mistress, And put in every honest hand a whip,

To lash the rascal iraked through the world,
Re-enter Emilia.

Even from the east to the west !
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, lago.

Speak within door. And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you: Emil. O, fye upon him! some such squire he was, We have done our course : there's money for your That turn'd your wit the seamy side' without, pains;

And made you to suspect me with the Moor. I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. lago. You are a fool; go to.

(Exit. Des.

O, good lago, Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive!— What shall I do to win my lord again? How do you, madam ? how do you, my good lady? Good friend, go to him; for by this light of heaven, Des. 'Faith, half asleep.

I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel: Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, lord ?

Either in discourse of thought, or actual ed; Des. With who?

Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Emil.

Why, with my lord, madam. Delighted them in any other form ; 6 Treasured up.

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How now,

Or that I do not yet, and ever did,

Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and DesAnd ever will,—though he do shake me off demona return again to Venice. To beggarly divorcement,—love him dearly,

Iago. 0, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much ; away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode And his unkindness may defeat my life,

be lingered here by some accident; wherein none But never taint my love. I can't say, whore; can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio. It does abhor me, now I speak the word;

Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? To do the act that might the addition' earn, lago. Why, by making him uncapable of OthelNot the world's mass of vanity could make me. lo's place; knocking out his brains.

lago. I pray you be content; 'tis but his humor; Rod. And that you would have me do? The business of the state does him offence,

lago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit and a And he does chide with you.

right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither Des.

If 'twere no other,— will I go to him ;-he knows not yet of his holago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets. norable fortune: if you will watch his going Hark, how these instruments summon to supper! thence, (which I will fashion to fall out between And the great messengers of Venice stay: twelve and one, you may take him at your pleaGo in, and weep not; all things shall be well. sure; I will be near to second your attempt, and

[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amazed Enter RODERIGO.

at it, but go along with me; I will show you such a

necessity in his death, that you shall think yourRoderigo?

self bound to put it on him. It is now high supRod. I do not find that thou deal'st justly with me. per-time, and the night grows to waste: about it. lago. What in the contrary?

Rod. I will hear further reason for this. Rod. Every day thou doff'st' me with some lago. And you shall, be satisfied. [Exeunt. device, Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now)

SCENE III.- Another Room in the Castle. keep'st from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will, indeed, Enter OTHELLO, Lodovico, DESDEMONA, Emilia, no longer endure it: Noram I yet persuaded, to put

and Attendants. up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered. Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no lago. Will you hear me, Roderigo?

further. Rod. I have heard too much; for your words, Oth. O, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk. and performances, are no kin together.

Lod. Madam, good-night; I humbly thank your Iago. You charge me most unjustly.

ladyship. Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted Des. Your honor is most welcome. myself out of my means. The jewels you have had Oth.

Will you walk, sir ?from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half have 0,–Desdemona,corrupted a votarist: You have told me-she has Des.

My lord ? received them, and returned me expectations and Oth. Get you to bed on the instant, I will be recomforts of sudden respect and acquittance;'but I turned forthwith: dismiss your attendant there; find none.

look, it be done. lago. Well; go to; very well.

Des. I will, my lord. Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man;

[Exeunt Otu., Lop., and Attendants. nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is Emil. How goes it now ? he looks gentler than very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobbed in it.

he did. Iago. Very well.

Des. He says he will return incontinent;* Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make He hath commanded me to go to bed, myself known to Desdemona: If she will return And bade me to dismiss you. me my jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent Emil.

Dismiss me! my unlawful solicitation: if not, assure yourself, I Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia, will seek satisfaction of you.

Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu: lago. You have said now.

We must not now displease him. Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what I Emil. I would you had never seen him! protest intendment of doing.

Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve him, Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and That even his stubbornness, his checks, and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better

frowns, opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Ro- Pr’ythee, unpin me, – have grace and favor in derigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just

them. exception; but yet, I protest, I have dealt most di- Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on rectly in thy affair.

the bed. Rod. It hath not appeared.

Des. All's one :-Good father! how foolish aro Iago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared; and

our minds ! your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. If I do die before thee, pr’ythee, shroud me But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee in- In one of those same sheets. deed, which I have greater reason to believe now Emil.

Come, come, you talk than ever, I mean, purpose, courage, and valor, Des. My mother had a maid call'd—Barbara; —this night show it: if thou the next night follow. She was in love; and he, she lov’d, proved mad, ing enjoyest not Desdemona, take me from this And did forsake her: she had a song of-willow, world with treachery, and devise engines for my life. An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,

Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and And she died singing it: That song, to-night, compass ?

Will not go from my mind; I have much to do lago. Sir, there is especial commission come But to go hang my head all at one side, from Venice, to depute Čassio in Othello's place. And sing it like poor Barbara. Pr’ythee, despatch 1 Title. Put'st me off. * Requital.

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Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?

Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the Des. No, unpin me here.

world? This Lodovico is a proper man.

Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'tis a great price Emil. A very handsome man.

For a small vice. Des.

And he speaks well. Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and un. walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his do't, when I had done. Marry, I would not do nether lip.

such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for measures of I.

lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any Des. The poor soulsat sighing by a sycamore tree, who would not make her husband a cuckold, io

petty exhibition : but for the whole world,—Why, Sing all a green willow; [Singing. Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,

make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory

for't. Sing willow, willow, willow: The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her

Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong

for the whole world. Sing willow, &c.

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the Her salt tears fell from her, and soflen'd the stones, world: and, having the world for your labor, 'tis

a wrong in your own world, and you may quickly Lay by these :

make it right. Sing willow, willow, willow;

Des. I do not think there is any such woman. Pr’ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon.

Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many Sing all a green willow, must be my garland. To the vantage, as would store the world they II.

play'd for.

But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, Let nobody blame him, his scorn 1 approve, If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their duties, Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that knocks? And pour our treasures into foreign laps; Emil. It is the wind.

Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Des. I calld my love, false love; but what said Throwing restraint upon us; or, say they strike us, he then?

Or scant our former having in despite;

Why, we have galls; and, though we have some Sing willow, fc.

grace, If I court mo® women, you'll couch with mo men.

Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know So, get thee gone; good-night. Mine eyes do itch; Their wives have sense' like them: they see, and Doth that bode weeping?

smell, Emil.

'Tis neither here nor there. And have their palates both for sweet and sour, Des. I have heard it said 80.-0, these men, As husbands have. What is it that they do, these men !

When they change us for others? Is it sport? Dost thou in conscience think,—tell me, Emilia, - I think it is; And doth affection breed it ? That there be women do abuse their husbands I think it doth; Is't frailty, that thus errs? In such gross kind ?

It is so too: And have not we affections? Emil. There be some such, no question. Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have ? Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the Then, let them use us well: else let them know, world?

The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. Emil. Why, would not you?

Des. Good-night, good-night: Heaven me such Des. No, by this heavenly light!

usage send, Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light; Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! I might do't as well i'the dark.



SCENE I.-A Street.

Every way makes my gain : Live Roderigo, Enter Lago and RODERIGO.

He calls me to a restitution large

Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd' from him, lago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will As gifts to Desdemona; he come:

It must not be: if Cassio do remain, Wear thy good rapier bare,' and put it home; He hath a daily beauty in his life, Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow: That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, May unfold me to him; there stand I in much And fix most firm thy resolution.

peril: Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming. lago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy

Enter Cassio. sword. [Retires to a little distance. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he ;-Villain, thou diest. And yet he has given me satisfying reasons :

[Rushes from his post, and makes a pass 'Tis but a man gone :—forth, my sword; he dies.

at Cassio. [Goes to his stand. Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, lago. I have rubb’d this young quat almost to But that my coat is better than thou think'st; the sense,

I will make proof of thine. And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,

[Draws, and wounds RODERIGO. Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,


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. Fished.


0, I am slain !


Marry, heaven forbid ! [lago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio be- Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. hind in the Leg, and Exit.

Enter BIANCA. Cas. I am maim’d for ever:–Help, ho! murder !

Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cry'd? murder!


lago. Who is't that cry'd ? Enter OTHELLO, at a distance.

Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! Oth. The voice of Cassio:- Iago keeps his word. O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio ! Rod. O, villain that I am !

Iugo. O notable strumpet !-Cassio, may you Oth. Hark! 'tis even so.

suspect Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon!

Who they should be, that have thus mangled you? Olh. 'Tis he ;-0 brave Iago, honest, and just, Cas. No. That hath such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Gra. I am sorry to find you thus: I have been Thou teachest me,- Minion, your dear lies dead,

to seek you. And your fate hies apace :-Strumpet, I come: lago. Lend me a garter: 50.0, for a chair, Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are To bear him easily hence ! blotted;

Bian. Alas, he faints :-0 Cassio! Cassio ! Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be

Cassio ! spotted.

[Exit OTHELLO. Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance.

To be a party in this injury.

Patience a while, good Cassio.-Come, come; Cas. What, ho! no watch ? no passage ?' mur- Lend me a light.—Know we this face, or no? der! murder!

Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman,
Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful. Roderigo ? no:— Yes, sure; O heaven! Roderigo.
Cas. O, help!

Gra. What, of Venice ?

lago. Even he, sir ; did you know him !
O wretched villain !

Know him ? ay. Lod. Two or three groans ;-it is a heavy' lago. Signior Gratiano ? I cry you gentle par

night: These may be counterfeits; let's think’t unsafe

These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, To come in to the cry, without more help. That so neglected you. Rod. Nobody come ? then shall I bleed to death.


I am glad to see you. Enter lago, with a Light.

Iago. How do you, Cassio ?-0, a chair, a chair!

Gra. Roderigo!
Lod. Hark!
Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light

lago. He, he, 'tis he:-0, that's well said ;

the chair :- [A Chair brought in. and weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that I'll fetch the general's surgeon.—For you, mistress,

Some good man bear him carefully from hence ; cries on murder?

[To Bianca. Lod. We do not know. Iago.

Save you your labor. He that lies slain here,
Did you not hear a cry?

Cas. Here, here ; for heaven's sake, help me.

What's the matter ?

Was my dear friend: What malice was between Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.

Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow. lago. What are you here that cry so grievously?

lago. [To Bian.] What, look you pale ?-0, Cus. Iago? 0, I am spoil'd, undone by villains !

bear him out o' the air.Give me some help. lago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done

[Cassio and Rod. are borne off. this?

Stay you, good gentlemen :-Look you pale, mis

Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout,
And cannot make away.

Do you perceive the ghastness of her eye?
O treacherous villains !-

Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon :What are you there? come in, and give some help. Do you see, gentlemen ? nay, guiltiness will speak,

Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her ; [To Lodovico and GRATIANO.

Though tongues were out of use.
Rod. O, help me here !
Cas. That's one of them.

Enter EMILIA. lago.

O murderous slave! O villain! Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the mat[Iago stabs RODERIGO.

ter, husband ? Rod. O damn’d lago! O inhuman dog !

Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark, 0!0! 0!

By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd; lago. Kill men i’the dark !- Where be these He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead. bloody thieves ?

Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio! How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! murder! lago. This is the fruit of whoring.—Pr’ythee, What may you be ? are you of good, or evil?

Emilia, Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.

Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night:lago.

Signior Lodovico ? What, do you shake at that? Lod. He, sir.

Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore Iago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt

shake not. By villains.

Iago. O, did he so ? I charge you go with me.
Cassio ?

Emil. Fye, fye upon thee, strumpet!
How is it, brother?

Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, Cas. My leg is cut in two.

As you that thus abuse me.
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• Thick, cloudy.

As I? foh! fye upon thee!




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lago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio | These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope, dress'd :

They do not point on me. Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale. Oth.

Peace, and be still ! Emilia, run you to the citadel,

Des. I will so: What's the matter! And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.- Oth. That handkerchief which I so lovd and Will you go on, I pray ?—This is the night,

gave thee,

[Aside. Thou gav'st to Cassio. That either makes me, or fordoes me quite.


No, by my life and soul; [Exeunt. Send for the man and ask him. Oth.

Sweet soul, take heed, SCENE II.- A Bed-chamber : Desdemona in Bed asleep. A Light burning.

Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy death-bed.

Des. Ay, but not yet to die.


Yes, presently: Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,- Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin; Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!— For to deny each article with oath, It is the cause.—Yet l'll not shed her blood; Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong conception, Nor scar that whiter skin of her's than snow, That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. And smooth as monumental alabaster.

Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me! [Takes off his Sword. Oth.

I say, amen. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.

Des. And have you mercy too!- I never did Put out the light, and then put out the light :' Offend you in my life; never lov'd Cassio, If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,

But with such general warranty of heaven I can again thy former light restore,

As I might love: I never gave him token. Should I repent me:—but once put out thine, Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,


1 I know not where is that Promethean heat, O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart, That can thy light relume. When I have pluck’a And mak’st me call what I intend to do,thy rose,

A murder, which I thought a sacrifice: I cannot give it vital growth again,

I saw the handkerchief. It needs must wither :-I'll smell it on the tree.- Des.

He found it then; [Kissing her. I never gave it him : Send for him hither, O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade

Let him confess a truth. Justice to break her sword !-One more, one more.


He hath confess'd.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, Des. What, my lord ?
And love thee after :-One more, and this the last : Oth. That he hath-used thee.
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,


How? unlawfully ? | But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly;

Oth. Ay.
It strikes, where it doth love.-She wakes- Des. He'll not say so.
Des. Who's there? Othello?


No, his mouth is stopp'd; Oth.

Ay, Desdemona. Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord ?

Des. My fear interprets then,- What, is he dead! Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ? Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Des.

Ay, my lord. Had stomach for them all.
Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.
Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,

Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to
Solicit for it straight.
Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that? Des. 0, banish me, my lord, but kill me not.

| Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by ; Oth. Down, strumpet ! I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;

Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night | No,–Heaven forfend! — I would not kill thy soul. Oth. Nay, if you strive,Des. Talk you of killing ?


But half an hour. Oth.


Being done, Des.

Then, heaven There is no pause. Have mercy on me!


But while I say one prayer. Oth. Amen, with all my heart ! Oth. It is too late.

[He smothers her. Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. Emil. [Within.) My lord, my lord! what ho! Oth. Humph!

my lord ! my lord! Des. And yet I fear you: for you are fatal then, Oth. What noise is this?-Not dead! not yet When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I know quite dead? not,

I, that am cruel, am yet merciful;
Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear. I would not have thee linger in thy pain.-
Oth. Think on thy sins.

So, so.
They are loves I bear to you. Emil [Within.) What ho! my lord, my,

lord! Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest.


Who's there? Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for lov- Emil. [Within.] 0, good my lord, I would speak ing

a word with you. Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?

Oth. Yes ;—'tis Émilia :-by and by.—She's Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:


'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death : tie. The light of life.

The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving! This is the punctuation of the folio of 1623, and of Pope, Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't Steevens, &c., but some editors point it thus :

good ? Put out the light, and then :

-Put out the light: Forbid.

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