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Jago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, | An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, and a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, And she died singing it: That song, to-night, and thither will I go to him ;-he knows not will not go from my mind; I have much to do, yet of his honourable fortune : if you will watch But to go hang my head all at one side, his going thence, (which I shall fashion to fall And sing it like poor Barbara. Pr’ythet
, desout between twelve and one,) you may take him patch. at your pleasure ; I will be near to second your Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, Des. No, unpin me here.stand not amazed at it, but go along with me ; | This Lodovico is a proper man. I will show you such' a necessity in his death, Emil. A very handsome man. that you shall think yourself bound to put it on Des. And he speaks well. him. It is now high supper-time, and the night Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would grows to waste : about it.
have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of Rod. I will hear further reason for this. his nether lip. lago. And you shall, be satisfied. [Exeunt.
1. SCENE III.- Another room in the castle.
Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore
Sing all a green willow ;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow : Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd no further.
her moans ; Oth. O, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk.
Sing willow, &c. Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank Her salt tears fell from her, and soften’d the your ladyship.
stones; Des. Your honour is most welcome. Oth. Will you walk, sir ?
Lay by these : 0,-Desdemona,
Des. My lord ?
Sing willow, willow, willow; Oth. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned forthwith: dismiss your attendant Pr’ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon. there ; look, it be done. Des. I will, my lord.
Sing all a green willow must be my [Excunt Othello, Lodovico, and Attendants.
Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that
knocks? Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emi Emil. It is the wind.
lia, Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu : Des. I calld my love, false love; but what said We must not now displease him.
Sing willow, &c.
Doth that bode weeping? Pr’ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour in Emil. 'l'is neither here nor there. them.
Des. I have heard it said so.--0, these men, Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me these men ! on the bed.
Dost thou in conscience think,--tell me, Emilia,Des. All's one :-Good father! how foolish That there be women do abuse their husbands are our minds !
kind? If I do die before thee, pr’ythee, sbroud me Emil. There be some such, no question. In one of those same sheets.
Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the
I might do't as well i'the dark.
Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the | But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, world?
If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their duties, Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great And pour our treasures into foreign laps ; price
Or else break out in peevish jealousies, For a small vice.
Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike Des. Good troth, I think thou would'st not.
us, Emil. By my troth, I think I should ; and Or scant our former having in despite ; undo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not Why, we have galls; and, though we have some do such a thing for a joint ring ; nor for mea grace, sures of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know, caps, nor any petty exhibition : but, for the Their wives have sense like them : they see aná whole world,- Why, who would not make her smell, husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch ? I And have their palates both for sweet and sour, should venture purgatory for't.
As husbands have. What is it that they do, Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong When they change us for others? Is it sport? for the whole world.
I think it is ; And doth affection breed it? Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i’the I think it doth; Is't frailty that thus errs? world; and, having the world for your labour, It is so too: And have not we affections ? ’tis a wrong in your own world, and you might Desires for sport ? and frailty, as men have ? quickly make it right.
Then, let them use us well: else, let them know, Des. I do not think there is any such wo- The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.
Des. Good night, good night : Heaven me Emil. Yes, a dozen ; and as many
such usage send, To the vantage, as would store the world they Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! play'd for.
SCENE I.-A street.
Enter Iaco and RodeRIGO.
will he come:
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
thy sword. Retires to a little distance.
[Goes to his stund. Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill
May unfold me to him : there stand I in much
peril : No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming.
a pass at Cassio.
[Draws, and wounds Roderigo, Rod. 0, I am slain !
[Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio
behind in the leg, and erit.
Oth. 'Tis he;–O brave lago, honest, and just,
to seek you.
Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be Iago. Who is't that cry'd? spotted.
[Erit Othello. Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio!
O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio ! Enter Lodovico and GRATIANO, at a distance.
lago. O notable strumpet !-Cassio, may you Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage ? mur suspect der! murder!
Who theyshould be, that have thus mangled you?
Gra. I am sorry to find you thus : I have been
Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-0, for a chair,
To bear him easily hence!
Patience a while, good Cassio.-Come, come;
Lend me a light.-Know we this face, or no?
Alas ! my friend, and my dear countryman, Lod. Hark !
Roderigo? no:-Yes, sure! O heaven, Roderigo. Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt with light Gra. What, of Venice? and weapons.
Iago. Even he, sir ; did you know him?
Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle par-
These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
Gra. I am glad to see you.
Iago. He, he, 'tis he:-0, that's well said;-
[A chair brought in. Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have some good man bear him carefully from Hence; done this?
I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, misa Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, tress,
[To Bianca. And cannot make away.
Save you your labour. He that lies slain here,
[To Lodovico and Gratiano. Rod. 0, help me here !
Cas. None in the world ; nor do I know the
Iago. [To Bianca.] What, look you pale ?
[Cassio and Rod, are borne off. 0!0!0!
Stay you, good gentlemen :-Look you pale
, Iago. Kill men i'the dark !-Where be these
mistress? bloody thieves?
Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?-
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us. Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak,
Though tongues were out of use.
Emil. 'Las, what's the matter? what's the Gra. Cassio ?
matter, husband ? Iago. How is it, brother?
Iago. Cassio bath here been set on in the dark, Cas. My leg is cut in two.
By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd;
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
Emilia, Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.com cry'd ?
What do you shake at that?
Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I there Oth. Ay, I do.
Des. Then, heaven
Oth. Amen, with all my heart !
Oth. Humph !
Des. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, Í dress'd :
Oth. Think on thy sins.
Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: SCENE II.-A bed-chamber: DESDEMONA in These are portents; but yet I hope, i hope, bed asleep. A light burning.
They do not point on me.
Oth. Peace, and be still !
Des. I will so; What's the matter?
Send for the man, and ask him.
Oth. Yes, presently :
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
Oth. I say, amen.
Des. And have you mercy too ! I never did
[Kissing her. But with such general warranty of heaven O baliny breath, that dost almost persuade As I might love: I never gave him token. Justice to break her sword !-One more, one Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice :
And let him confess a truth.
Oth. He hath confess'd.
Des. What, my lord ?
Oth, That he hath-us'd thee,
Des. How? unlawfully?
Des. He'll not say so.
Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd:
Des. My fear interprets then,-_What, is he
Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great
Had stomach for them all.
Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.
Oth. Out, strumpet ! Weep'st thou for him to Oth. That! what?
Emil.Out, andalas! that was my lady's voice:-
Sweet Desdemona ! O, sweet mistress, speak!
Emil. 0, who hath done
This deed ? Oth. Being done,
Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell : There is no pause.
Commend me to my kind lord ; 0, farewell. Des. But while I say one prayer.
Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I. Oth. What noise is this?-Not dead ! not yet Emil. She said so; I must needs report the quite dead?
truth. 1, that am cruel, am yet merciful;
Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell;
Emil. O, the more angel she,
Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore. Emil. [Within.] 0, good my lord, I would Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil. speak a word with you.
Oth. She was false as water. Olh. Yes ;-'tis Emilia :-by and by.-She's Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to say dead.
That she was false; 0, she was heavenly true! "Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death; Oth. Cassio did tup her : ask thy husband else. The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving ? O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell
, Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't But that I did proceed upon just grounds good ?
To this extremity: Thy husband knew it all
Oth, Ay, with Cassio.
Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
Emil. My husband ? 0, good my lord !
Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first;
Emil. My husband ?
[Unlocks door. Oth. What needs this iterance, woman? I say, Enter EMILIA.
Emil. O mistress, villainy hath made mocks Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder with love ! done.
My husband say, that she was false? Oth. What? now?
Oth. He, woman; Emil. But now, my lord !
I say, thy husband : Dost understand the word? Oth. It is the very error of the moon; My friend, thy husband, honest, honest lago. She comes more near the earth than she was wont; Emil. If he say so, may bis pernicious soul And makes men mad.
Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart ; Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young Ve- She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. netian,
Oth. Ha! Call'a—Roderigo.
Emil. Do thy worst ; Oth. Roderigo kill'd!
This deed of thine is no more worthy beaven, And Cassio kilid?
Than thou wast worthy her.
Oth. Peace, you were best.
As I have to be burt. Ogull! O dolt! Des. 0, falsely, falsely murder'd!
As ignorant as dirt ! thou hast done a deed Emil. Alas! what cry is that?
I care not for thy sword; I'll make the known,