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We must not now displease him.
Emil. I would, you had never seen him!
That even his stubbornness, his checks, and frowns, Pr’ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour in them. F.mil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the
bed. Des. All's one :-Good father! how foolish are
our minds !
Come, come, you talk.
mind; I have much to do,
Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
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 walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip.
4 Wild, inconstant,
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:
Sing willow, fc.
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,
Emil. It is the wind.
Sing willow, &c.
So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch;
'Tis neither here nor there. Des. I have heard it said so.-0, these men, these
5 Mo for more.
Dost thou in conscience think,—tell me, Emilia,
There be some such, no question.
No, by this heavenly light!
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
But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults,
grace, Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know, Their wives have sense7 like them: they see, and
smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, As husbands have. What is it that they do, When they change us for others ? Is it sport? I think it is; And doth affection breed it? I think, it doth; Is't frailty, that thus errs? It is so too: And have not we affections ? Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have ? Then, let them use us well: else, let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such
usage send, Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend !
SCENE I. A Street.
Enter IAGO and RODERIGO.
6 Our former allowance of expence.
Wear thy good rapier bare,8 and put it home;
Rud. 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 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 Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd' from him, As gifts to Desdemona; 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.
Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he ;-Villain, thou diest.
9 To the quick.