An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, And sing it like poor Barbara. Pr'ythee, despatch. Des. This Lodovico 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. 1. 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 run by her, and murmur'd her moans; Sing willow, &c. Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones; Lay by these: Sing willow, willow, willow: Pr'ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon.— Sing all a green willow must be my garlánd. 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 mol 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 In such gross hind? Emil. There be some such, no question. 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. 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. (1) Mo for more. 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, Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us, Why, we have galls; and, though we have some grace, Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know, Their wives have sense2 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! (1) Our former allowance of expense. (2) Sensation [Exeunt. 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; 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. Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense.2 And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio, Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo, Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd3 from him, It must not be if Cassio de 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. (1) Unsheathed. (2) To the quick. (3) Fished. 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 ! [lago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind in the leg, and exit. Cas. I am maim'd for ever:-Help, ho! murder! murder! [Falls. Enter Othello, at a distance. Oth. The voice of Cassio:-Iago keeps his word. Oth. Oth. 'Tis he;-O brave Iago, 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 [Exit Othello. spotted. Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage?2 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 heavy3 night; These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe (2) No passengers. (1) Out. |