Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore;
It does abhor me, now I speak the word;
To do the act that might the addition earn,
Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.
Iago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his hu-

mour;

The business of the state does him offence,
And he does chide with you.
Des.
If 'twere no other,
Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets.
Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
And the great messengers of Venice stay:
Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
Enter Roderigo.

How now, Roderigo?

Rod. And that you would have me do? Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither will I go to him;-he knows not yet of his honourable fortune if you will watch his going thence (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one,) you may take him at your pleasure; I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me; I will show you such a necessity in his death, that you shall think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high supper-time, and the night grows to waste: about it.

Rod. I will hear further reason for this.
Iago. And you shall be satisfied. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Another Room in the Castle.

with me.

Iago. What in the contrary?

Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some device, lago; and rather, (as it seems to me now.) keep'st from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. 1 will, indeed, no longer endure it: Nor am I yet persuaded, to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered.

Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo? Rod. Faith, I have heard too much; for your words, and performances, are no kin together. lazo. You charge me most unjustly. Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of my means. The jewels you have) had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half have corrupted a votarist: You have told me-she has received them, and returned me] expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquittance; but I find none.

Iago. Well; go to; very well.

Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobbed in it. Iago. Very well.

Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make myself known to Desdemona: If she will return me my jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself, I will seek satisfaction of you. Iago. You have said now.

Rod Ay, and I have said nothing, but what 1 protest intendment of doing.

Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo; Thou hast taken against me most just exception; but, yet I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.

Rod. It hath not appeared.

Iago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared: and your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever,-I mean, purpose, courage, and valour, this night show it: if thou the next night following enjoyest not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my life.

Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and compass?

Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place? Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.

Iago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident; wherein none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio.

Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains.

and Attendants.

[Exeunt Oth. Lod. and Attendants. Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.

Des. He says he will return incontinent; He hath commanded me to go to bed, And bade me to dismiss you. Emil. Dismiss me! Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia, Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu : We must not now displease him.

Emil. I would, you had never seen him! Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve him,

That even his stubbornness, his checks, and frowns,-

'Pr'ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour in them.

Emil. I have laid the 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
In one of those same sheets.
Emil.
Come, come, you talk.
Des. My mother had a maid call'd-Barbara:
She was in love; and he, she lov'd, prov'd mad,
And did forsake her she had a song of-willow,
An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
And she died singing it: That song, to-night,
Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
But to go hang my head all at one side,
And sing it like poor Barbara. 'Pr'ythee, de-
spatch.
Emil.' Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
No, unpin me here.→→→
This Lodovico is a proper man.
Emil. A very handsome man.
Des.

Des.

And he speaks well. Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have walked barefooted to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip.

Sing willow, &c. Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the Lay by these: [stones; Sing willow, willow, willow; "Pr'ythee, hie thee; he'll come non

II.

Sing willow, &c.

If I court mo woman, you'll couch with mo men.
So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do
Doth that bode weeping?
Titch;
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 kind?
Emil.
There be some such, no question.
Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the
Emil. Why, would not you?
[world?
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 deed for all the
world?

Emil. The world is a huge thing: "Tis a great For a small vice, [price Des. Good troth, 1 think thon 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. 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
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 sense like them: they see, and

smell,

ACT V.

SCENE I. A Street.

Enter Iago and Roderigo.

[Exeunt.

dies.

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 1 in much
peril :

No, he must die-But so, I hear him coming.
Enter Cassio.

Rod. I know his gait, 'us 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. [Draws, and wounds Roderiga. Rod. O, I am slain! [lago rushes from his post, and cuts Cassio behind in the Leg, and erit Cas. I am maim'd for ever:-Help, ho! mar. der! murder! [Falls.

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;-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. [Ezit Otello. Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance. Cas. What ho! no watch! no passage der! 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 lago, with a Light.

will he come;

Iago. What are you here that cry so grievously?

Cas. Iago 7 O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains? 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!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 Iago! O'inhuman dog!0! O! O!

Jago. Kill men i' the dark I-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, Iago.

Lod. He sir.

Signior Lodovico ?

Iago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt

By villains.

Gra.

Cassio 7

Iago.

How is it, brother?

Cas. My leg is cut in two.

Iago.

Marry, heaven forbid !Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.

Enter Bianca.

Do you perceive the ghastness of her eye 7-
Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon:
Behold hier well; I pray you, look upon her;
Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will
speak,
Though tongues were out of use.
Enter Emilia.

Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the matter, husband?

Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark,
By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd;
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.

Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!
Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.-Pr'ythee,
Emilia,

Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night :What, do you shake at that?

Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not.

Iago. O, did he so 7 I charge you, go with me.
Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet
Bian. I am no strumpet'; but of life as honest,
As you that thus abuse me.
Emil.

As I ? foh! fie upon thee? Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio

dress'd:

Iago. Who is't that cry'd?

Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio!

Iago. O notable strumpet!-Cassio, may you

Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been to seek you.

Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-O, for a chair, To bear him easily hence!

Bian. Alas, he faints;-O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio!

Iago. Gentleman all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury.

Patience awhile, good Cassio.-Come, come;
Lend me a light-Know we this face, or no?
Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman,
Roderigo? no:-Yes, sure; O heaven! Roderigo.
Gra. What, of Venice?

Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him?
Gra.

Know him, ay. Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle par

[Aside. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Bedchamber: Desdemona in Bed asleep. A Light burning.

Enter Othello.

Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!It is the cause.-Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of her's than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.

Takes off his sword. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then-Put out the light! If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me :--but once put out thine, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy rose,

1 cannot give it vital growth again,

It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree.[Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword!-One more, one

more.

Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after:-One more, and this the last:

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears; this sorrow's heavenly;
It strikes where it doth love.-She wakes-
Des. Who's there? Othello ?

Oth.

Des.

Ay, Desdemona. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord? Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona? Ay, my lord. Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight. Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that ?

Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by: I would not kill thy unprepared spirit; No,-Heaven forefend !-I would not kill thy Des. Talk you of killing?