lago. Oh, no; he goes into Mauritania, and taketh away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be linger'd here by fome accident: wherein none can be fo determinate, as the removing of Caffio.

Red. How do you mean removing him?

Iago. Why, by making him incapable of Othello's Place; knocking out his brains.

Rod. And that you would have me to do?

Iago. Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. He fups to-night with a harlot; and thither will I go to him. He knows not yet of his honourable fortune; if you will watch his going thence, which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one, you may take him at your pleasure. I will be near to fecond your attempt, and he fhall fall between us. Come, ftand not amaz'd at it, but go along with me; I will fhew you fuch a neceffity in his death, that you fhall think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high fupper-time; and the night grows to waste. About it.

Rod. I will bear further reafon for this.
Iago. And you shall be satisfied.

[Exeunt.

Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Æmilia, and

Attendants.

Lod. I do befeech you, Sir, trouble yourself no further.

Oth. Oh, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk. Lod. Madam, good-night; I humbly thank your ladyship.

Def. Your Honour is most welcome.

Oth. Will you walk, Sir? Oh Defdemona!-
Def. My Lord.

Oth.

Oth. Get you to bed on th' inftant. I will be return'd forthwith. Difmifs your attendant there. Look, it be done.

Def. I will, my Lord.

[Exit.

Emil. How goes it now? He looks gentler than he did.

Def. He says, he will return incontinent; And hath commanded me to go to bed,

And bid me to dismiss you.

Emil. Difmifs me?

Def. 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!

Def. So would not I; my love doth so approve him,

That ev'n 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.

Def. All's one. Good Father! how foolish are our
minds?

If I do die before thee, pr'ythee, fhroud me
In one of these same sheets.

Emil. Come, come; you talk.

Def. My mother had a maid call'd Barbara,
She was in love; 3 and he, fhe lov'd, prov'd mad,
And did forfake her. She had a fong of willow,
An old thing, 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
And the dy'd finging it. That fong to-night

3- and he, she lov'd, prov'd mad,

And did forfake ber:-] We hould read,

-and be, fe lov'd, forfook ber,

And she prov'd mad:

WARBURTON. I believe that mad only fignifies, wild, frantick, uncertain.

Will

Will not go from my mind;

I've much ado,

But to go bang my head all at one fide,

And fing it like poor Barbara. Pr'ythee, despatch.
Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
Def. No, unpin me here.

This Lodovico is a proper man.

Emil. A very bandfom man.
Def. He fpeaks well.

Emil. I know a lady in Venice would have walk'd barefoot to Palestine for a touch of bis nether lip.. Def. The poor foul fat finging by a sycamore-tree, Sing all a green willow: [Singing. 'Her hand on her bofom, her head on her knee,

Sing willow, willow, willow:

'The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her

' moans;

Sing willow, &c.

Her falt tears fell from her, and foft'ned the ftones;
Sing willow, &c.

6 Willow, willow, &c.

(Lay by thefe)

(Pr'ythee, bye thee, he'll come anon)

Sing all a green willow must be my garland. Let no body blame him, his fcorn I approve. Nay that's not next-Hark, who is it that knocks? Emil. It's the wind.

Def. I call'd my love falfe love; but what faid he

then?

Sing willow, &c.

If I court more women, you'll couch with more

men.

So get thee gone.

Good night. Mine eyes do itch,

Doth that bode weeping?

Emil. 'Tis neither here nor there.

Def. I have beard it faid fo. Ob these men, thefe

men!

Doft thou in confcience think, tell me, Æmilia,
That there be women do abufe their bufbands
In fuch grofs kind?

Emil. There be fome fuch, no question.

Def. Wouldst thou do fuch a deed for all the world? Emil. Why, would not you?

Def. No, by this heavenly light.

Emil. Nor I neither, by this heavenly light: I might do't as well i' th' dark.

Def. Wouldst thou do fuch a deed for all the world? Amil. The world is a huge thing,

It is a great price, for a finall vice.

Def. In troth, I think, thou wouldst not.

Emil. In troth, I think, I fhould; 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 all the whole world; why, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch? I thould venture purgatory for't.

Def. Befhrew me, if I would do fuch a wrong For the whole world.

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' th' world;

6 I call'd my love falfe love;-] This couplet is not in the ballad, which is the complaint, not of a woman forfaken, but of a man

rejected. Thefe lines were probably added when it was accommodated to a woman.

and

and having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right.

Def. I do not think, there is any fuch woman.

Emilia. Yes, a dozen; and as many tỏ 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 flack their duties
And pour our treafures into foreign laps;
Or else break out in peevish jealoufies,

Throwing restraint on us; or fay, they strike us;
Or fcant our former Having in defpight;

Why, we have galls, and though we have fome grace, -
Yet have we fome revenge. Let husbands know,
Their wives have fenfe like them; they fee and fmell,
And have their palates both for fweet and four,
As husbands have. What is it that they do,
When they change us for others? Is it fport?
I think, it is; and doth affection breed it?
I think, it doth; is't frailty, that thus errs?
It is fo too. And have not we affections?
Defires for sports? and frailty, as men have?
Then let them ufe us well; elfe let them know,
The ills we do, their ills inftruct us to.
Def. Good-night, good-night;

ufage fend,

heaven me fuch

Not to pick bad from bad; but by bad, mend!