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An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
your night-gown? Des.
No, unpin me here.This Lodovico is a proper man.
Emil. A very handsome man.
And he speaks well. Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have walk'd barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip.
Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow; [Singing. Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow : The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her
Sing willow, &c. Her sait tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;
Lay by these:
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Pr’ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon.
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve, —
Nay, that's not next.—Hark! who is it that knocks?
Emil. It is the wind.
Des. I calld my love, false love; but what said he
Sing willow, &c.
So, get thee gone; goo
gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch; Doth that bode weeping? Emil.
'Tis neither here nor there. Des. I have heard it said so.--0, 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
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.
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. 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 us, Or scant our former having in despite; Why, we have galls; and, though we have some
grace, Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know, Their wives have sense like them: they see, and
Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have?
ACT V. SCENE I.
Enter Iugo and Roderigo. lago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
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
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,