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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, 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
grace, Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know, Their wives have senseż 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? I 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? 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!
(Exeunt. (1) Our former allowance of expense. (2) Sensation.
ACT V. SCENE I.-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. 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. lago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to
the sense.2 And be 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'd3 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
Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou think'st; I will make proof of thine.
(Draws, and wounds Roderigo. Rod.
0, I am slain ! (Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind
in the leg, and ecit. Cas. I am maim'd for ever :-Help, ho! murder! murder !
Enter Othello, at a distance. Oth. The voice of Cassio :-Iago keeps his word. Rod. O, villain that I am! Oth.
Hark! 'tis even so. Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon !
Oth. 'Tis he ;-0 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: Forthl of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are
blotted ; Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted.
Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage?? mur
der! murder ! Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very
direful. Cas. O, help! Lod.
O wretched villain ! Lod. Two or three groans;- it is a heavy: night; These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe
(2) No passengers. (3) Thick, cloudy.
To come in to the cry, without more help.
Rod. Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death.
Enter Iago, with a light.
lago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that
cries on murder ? Lod. We do not know. lago.
Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. lago.
What's the matter?
Cas. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains ! Give me some help. lago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done
O treacherous villains ! What are you there? come in, and give some help.
(To Lodovico and Gratiano. Rod. O, help me here! Cas. That's one of them. lago.
O murderous slave! O villain;
(lago stabs Roderigo. Rod. O damn'd lago! O inhuman dog 0!0!0! Iago. Kill men i'the dark ;-Where be these
bloody thieves ? How silent is this town !-Ho! murder! murder! What may you be ? are you of good, or evil ?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio b
How is it, brother?
Marry, heaven forbid ! Light, gentlemen ; I'll bind it with my shirt.
Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that
Bian. O my dear Cassio ! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio ! Cassio ! Cassio ! lago. notable strumpet Cassio, may you
suspect Who they should be, that have thus mangled
you? Cas. No. Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been
to seek you. lago. Lend me a garter: So.-0, for a chair, To bear him easily hence! Bian. Alas, he faints 0 Cassio! Cassio!
Gra What, of Venice?
Know him? ay.
I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you, Cassio:-0, a chair, a chair! Gra. Roderigo!