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Def. I call’d my love falle love ; but what said he
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Æmil. 'Tis neither here nor there.
Æmil. Nor I neither, by this heavenly light:
Def. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
Æmil. The world is a huge thing,
Def. In troth, I think, thou wouldst not.
Æmil. 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. But for all the whole world; why, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him a mo. narch? I should venture purgatory for't.
Def. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong
Æmil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' th' world;
o I calld my lccue false love :--) rejected. These lines were prcThis couplet is not in the ballad, bably added when it was accom; which is the conplaint, not of a modared to a woman, woman forsaken, but of a man
and having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong
Æmilia. Yes, a dozen ; and as many to th' vantage,
. Say, that they sack their duties
Let husbands know,
- our former Having -] but the old quarto has, Our former allowance of expence. - Juch usage sead,
-- heav'n me such uses fend,] Usage is an old word for custon, Such is the reading of the folio, and, I think, better than ufe. and of the subsequent editions ;
A Street before the Palace,
ERE, stand behind this bulk, Straight will he
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
[Stands apart. Iago. ' I've rubb'd this young Quat almost to che
fense, And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Caffio,
9 In some editions,
rub him out of all fense, but out I've rubb’d tbis young Gnat al- of life into the bargain. The old most to the sense,
quartos have it, Quat: a word, And he grows angry.] The which, I confels, I am absolute
rubbing a Gnat to sense, is, I be. ly a stranger to. I have ventur'd lieve, an experiment that never to conjecture, even was communicated to the I've rubb'd this young Knot,&c. Royal Society. The least frication, The Knat, or Knot, is a small on the contrary, would not only bird, plentiful with us, in Lin. VOL. VIII.
Or Caffio him, or each to kill the other,
edT -900 Ang von I Enter Caffio.
JOY buA Rod. I know his gait; 'tis he:_Villain thou dieft.
[He runs at Cassio, and wounds him. Caf. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thoù know'st. I will make proof of thine, [Fight. Iago cuts Caflio bebind in the Leg, and exit.
[Then Roderigo and Caffio fall. Rod. Oh, I am Nain. Caf. I'm maim'd for ever. Help, hoa! murder,
colnshire and Lancashire; which called a Gudgeon, Mr. Upton took its name, as Cambden fays, reads Quail, which he proves, by from its being a delicious morsel much learning to be a very chowith King Canute, who was like- leric bird. Dr. Warburton retains wise called Knout. This bird, Gnat, which is found in the early being once taken, as Gefner tells quarto. I have followed the text us, is above all others tame and of the folio, and third and fourth tractable. In this respect it forts quarto's. with Roderigo's character, an ea A Quat in the midland counfy, manageable, Cully. Theol. ties is a pimple, which by rubbing
This is a passage much contro. is made to smart, or is rubbed to verted among the editors. Sir Jense. Roderigo is called a Quat T. Hanmer reads Quab, a Guds by the same mode of speech, as geon ; not chạta Gudgeon can be a low fellow is now termed in low rubbed to much sense, but that a language a Scabe To rub ta che man grossly deceived is often fenje, is to rub to the quick.
Rod. No body
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Enter. Othello above at a Windew.
. Oh, help, ho! light! a surgeon! -
Strumpet, I come: Forth of my heart, those charms, thine eyes, are 20
Lod. Two or three groans. It is a heavy night;
may be commodioufly laid. Gg2
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