us. Come, stand not amaz'd at it, but go along with me; I will shew 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 farther reason for this. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Another Room in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO, LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Attendants. Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no farther. Oth. O, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk. Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your Oth. Get you to bed on th' instant; I will be return'd forthwith. Dismiss your attendant there: look 't be done. Des. I will, my lord. [Exeunt OTHELLO, LODOVICO, 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 those 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 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 di'd 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, dispatch. Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? Des. This Lodovico is a proper man. No, unpin me here. Emil. A very handsome man. Des. He speaks well. Emil. I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. Des. [Singing. "The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow: The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans; Sing willow, willow, willow: Her salt 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 call'd my love, false love; but what said he then? Sing willow, willow, willow: If I court mo 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 so. —O, these men, these men ! Do'st 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' th' 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. In Emil. In troth, when I had done. troth, I think thou would'st not. I think I should, and undo 't, Marry, I would not do such a thing for a join'd-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' th' 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 th' 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, Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us, 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 smell, And have their palates, both for sweet and sour, When they change us for others? Is it sport? Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such usage send, Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend! ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I. — A Street. Enter IAGO and RODERIGO. IAGO. ERE, stand behind this balk; straight will he HE come : Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home. Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow. And fix most firm thy resolution. Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in 't. Iago. Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy [Retires to a little distance. stand. 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. |