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 go.-O, these men, these men! Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Emilia,- 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. To the vantage, as would store the world they But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us, Why, we have galls; and, though we have some Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know, smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! (1) Our former allowance of expense. [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 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 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! Enter Othello, at a distance. [Falls. 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 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. To come in to the cry, without more help. Enter Iago, with a light. Lod. Hark! Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. Iago. 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? Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow. Iago. What are you here that cry so grievously? Cas. Iago? 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. What are you there? come in, and give some help. O treacherous villains! [To Lodovico and Gratiano. O murderous slave! O villain, Rod. O, help me here! Cas. That's one of them. Iago. [lago stabs Roderigo. Rod. O darin'd Iago! O inhuman dog!— O! O! O! 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. Iago. Lod. He, sir. Iago. VOL. VIII. Signior Lodovico? I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt 2 F |