Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst 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. 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. 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, [send, Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such usage Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! [Exeunt. SCENE I. A Street. Enter IAGO and RODERIGO. Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home; [come: Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow: It makes us, or it mars us: think on that, And fix most firm thy resolution. Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. lago. 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. Iage. 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 4 Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd 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 Rod. I know his gait, 'tis 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. 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. Hark! 'tis even so. 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 spotted. [Exit Othello. Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? 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 heavy night; Lod. Hark! [weapons. Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and lago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on Lod. We do not know. Iago. What's the matter? [murder? Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. Iago. 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. lago. 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. damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!— O! O! O! [thieves? Iago. Kill men i'the dark ;-Where be these bloody 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. lago. Lod. He, sir. Signior Lodovico? I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt Cassio? How is it, brother? Cas. My leg is cut in two. lago. Marry, heaven forbid!Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. Enter BIANCA. Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cry'd? lago. Who is't that cry'd? Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! lago. O notable strumpet!-Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you? Cas. No. [you. Gra. I am sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-O, for a chair, To bear him easily hence! Bian. Alas, he faints:-O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Patience awhile, good Cassio.-Come, come; Gra. Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him? Know him? ay. Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you. Gra. I am glad to see you. lago. How do you, Cassio?-O, a chair, a chair! Gra. Roderigo! lago. He, he, 'tis he:-O, that's well said;-the chair: [A Chair brought in. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mistress, [To Bianca. Save you your labour.-He that lies slain here, Cassio, Was my dear friend: What malice was between you? Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. Iago. [To Bian.] What, look you pale?-O, bear him out o'the air. [Cas. and Rod. are borne off. |