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Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you shall marry
Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, her.
And many a civil monster.

Cas. Pr’ythee, say true!
Oth. Did he confess it?

Iago. I am a very villain else.
Iago. Good sir, be a man!

Oth. Have you scored me? Well. (Aside.
Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, Cus. This is the monkey's own giving out: she is
May draw with you : there's millions now alive, persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and
That nightly lie in those unproper beds,

Hattery, not out of my promise. Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is better. Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story. 0, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,

[ Aside. To lip a wanton in a secure couch,

Cas. She was here even now; she haants me in And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; every place. I was, the other day, talking on the And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither comes Oth. O, thou art wise'; 'tis certain.

this bauble; by this hand, she falls thus about my Iago. Stand yon awhile apart;

neck; Confine yourself but in a patient list,

Oth. Crying, o dear Cassio! as it were: his geWhilst you were here, ere while mad with your grief, stare imports it.

Aside. (A passion most unsuiting such a man,)

Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; ,90 Cassio came hither: 1 shifted him away,

hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy;

Oth. Now he tells, how she plucked him to my Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; chamber: 0, I see that pose of yours, but not that The which he promis'd. Do bat encave yourself, dog I shall throw it to.

[-4 side. And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,

Cas. Well, I must leave her company. That dwell in every region of his face;

lago. Before me! look, where she comes. For I will make him tell the tale anew,

Enter Bianca, Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry, a perfumed He hath, and is again to cope your wife;

What do you mean by this haunting of I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,

Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What And nothing of a man.

did you mean by that same handkerchief, you gave Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago ?

me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must I will be found most cunning in my patience; take out the whole work? -- A likely piece of work, But (dost thou hear?) most bloody.

that you should find it in your chamber, and not lago. That's not amiss;

know who left it there! This is some minx's token, But yet keep time in all. Will


withdraw ? and I must take out the work? There, – give it

(Othello withdruws. your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'll Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,

take out no work on't. A housewife, that, by selling her desires,

Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca? how now? how Buys herself bread and clothes : it is a creature, That dotes on Cassio, – as'tis the strumpet's plague, Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one ;

[Aside. He, when he hears of her, caunot refrain

Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you may; From the excess of laughter. – Here he comes: — an you will not, come when you are next prepared


[Aside. Re-enter Cassio.

Iago. After her, after her. As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;

Cas. 'Faith I must, she'll rail in the street else. And his unbookish jealousy must construe

Iago. Will you sup there? Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour, Cus. 'Faith, I intend so. Quite in the wrong.

How do you now,

lieutenant? Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would Cas. The worser, that you give me the addition, very fain speak with you. Whose want even kills me.

Cas. Pr’ythee, come! Will you? lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure of't. Iago. Go to! say no more! {Exit Cassio. Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power,

oth. How shall Í murder him, Jago?

[Speaking lower. Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? How quickly should you speed ?

Oih. O, Iago! Cas. Alas, poor caitill!

Iago. And did you see she handkerchief? Och. Look, how he laughs already! (A side. Oth. Was that mine? lago. I never knew a woman love man so. Iago. Yours, by this hand : and to see how he Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think, i'faith, she loves me. prizes the foolish woman, your wife! she gave it Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out. him, and he hath given it his whore.

[Aside. Oth. I would have him nine years a killing! A Jago. Do you hear, Cassio ?

fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! Oih. Now he importunes him

Iago. Nay, you must forget that. To tell it o'er. Go to! well, well said ! [-Aside. Oth. Ay, let lier rot, and perish, and be damned Iugo. She gives it out, that you shall marry her: to-night; for she shall not live. No, my heart is you intend it?

turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. Cas. Ha, ha, ha!

0, the world had not a sweeter creature: she might Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph? lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks.

[Aside. Iago. Nay, that's not your way. Cas. I marry her! - what? a customer! I pr’ythee, Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is :bear some charity to my wit; do not think it so delicate with her needle !- An admirable musician! unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

0, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!Oth. So, so, so, so ! They laugh that win. [Aside.!of so high and plenteous wit and invention!



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Iago. She's the worse for all this.

Oth. Mistress, Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times :- and then, Des. My lord ? of so gentle condition !

Oth. What would you with her, sir?
Iugo. Ay, too gentle.

Lod. Who, I, my lord ?
Oih. Nay, that's certain : but yet the pity of it, Oth, Ay; you did wish, that I would make her turn :
Iago!- 0, lago, the pity of it, Iago !

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, lago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep; her patent to oflend; for, if it touch not you, it And she's obedient, as you say, --- obedient, comes near nobody,

Very obedient, – Proceed you in your tears.--Oth. I will chop her into messes :- cưckold me ! Concerning this, sir. - 0 well-painted passion! Iago. 0, 'tis foul in her.

I am commanded home. — Get you away! Oih. With mine officer !

I'll send for you anon. — Sir, I obey the mandate, lago. That's fouler.

Aud will return to Venice; -hence, avaunt! och. Get me some poison, lago; this night :

(Exit Desdemona. I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty Cassio shall have my place. And, -- sir, to-night, unprovide my mind again : - this night, lago! I do entreat that we may sup together.

lago. Do it not with poison ; strangle her in her You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus ! – Goats and bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.


Exil. Oth. Good, good: the justice of it pleases; very

Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full senate good.

Call-all-in-all sufficient? — This the noble nature, Iago. And, for Cassio, - let me be his undertaker : Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue You shall hear more by midnight.

The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,

[ 4 trumpet within. Could neither graze, nor pierce ?
Oth. Excellent good !-What trumpet is that same? Iago. He is much chang'd.
Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodovico, Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?
Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him. Iago. He is that heis; I may not breathe my censure.

Enter LodoviCO, Desdemona, and Attendants. What he might be, -- if, what he might, he is not, -
Lod. 'Save you, worthy general!

I would to heaven, he were.
Oth. With all my heart, sir !

Lod. What, strike his wife! Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet you. Iago.'Faith, that was not so well; yet ’would I knew, [Gives him a packet. That stroke would


the worst. Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. Lod. Is it his use?

(Opens the packet, and reeds. Or did the letters work upon his blood, Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico ? And new-create this fault? Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior!

Iago. Alas, alas !
Welcome to Cyprus.

It is not honesty in me, to speak
Lod. I thank you! How does lieutenant Cassio ? What I have seen, and known. You shall observe him;
Iago. Lives, sir!

And his own courses will denote him so,
Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and my That I may save my speech. Do but go

after, lord

And mark how he continues.
An unkind breach: but you shall make all well. Lod. I am sorry, that I am deceiv'd in him. (Exeunt.
Oth. Are you sure of that?
Des. My lord ?

SCENE JI. A room in the castle.
Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will

Enter OTHELLO and Evlia.

[Reads. Oth. You have seen nothing then?
Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper, Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect.
Is there division 'twixt thy lord and Cassio? Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.

Des. A most unhappy one; I would do much Emil But then I saw no harm; and then I heard
To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio, Each syllable, that breath made up between them.
Oth. Fire and brimstone!

Oth. What, did they never whisper?
Des. My lord ?

Emil. Never, my lord. Oth. Are you wise ?

Oth. Nor send you out o’the way? Des. What, is he angry?

Emil. Never. Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him;

Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor For, as I think, they do co.nmand him home,

nothing? Deputing Cassio in his government.

Emil. Never, my lord ! Des. By my troth, I am glad on't.

Och. That's strange. Oth. Indeed?

Emil. I darst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Des. My lord ?

Lay down my soul at stake; if you

think other, Oth. I am glad to see you mad.

Remove your thought; it doth abuse your boon. Des. How, sweet Othello?

If any wretch hath put this in your head, Oth. Devil!

(Striking her. Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse! Des. I have not deserv'd this.

For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, There's no man happy; the purest of their wives
Though I should swear I saw it: 'tis very much; Is foul as slander.
Make her amends, she weeps.

Oth. Bid her come hither!-go!-- (Exit Emilia.
Oth. O devil, devil!

She says enough; - yet she's a simple bawd,
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile :-- A closet-lock-and-key of villainous secrets :
Out of my sight!

And yet she'll kneel, and pray ; I have seen her do't.
Des. I will not stay to offend you. [Going Re-enter Emilia, with DesdeMONA.
Lod. Truly, an obedient lady:

Des. My lord, what is your will?
I do beseech your lordship, call her back,

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Des. What is your pleasure?

Be- not to be a strumpet, I am none. Oth. Let me see your eyes ?

Oth. What, not a whore ? Look in my face!

Des. No, as I shall be saved.
Des. What horrible fancy's this?

Oth. Is it possible?
Oth. Some of your function, mistress; (To Emilia. Des. O, heaven forgive us !
Leave procreants alone, and shut the door;

Och. I cry you mercy, then;
Cough, or cry— hem, if any body come:

I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, Your mystery, your mystery; — nay, dispatch! That married with Othello. - You, mistress,

(Exit Emilia.

Re-enter Emilia.
Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? That have the office opposite to St Peter,
I understand a fury in your words,

And keep the gate of hell. You! you! ay, you! But not the words.

We have done our course; there's money for your Oth. Why, what art thou?

pains ; Des. Your wife, my lord! your true


pray yon, turn the key, and keep our counsel. [Erit. And loyal wife.

Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? Oth. Come, swear it, damn thyself;

How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Des. 'Faith, half asleep. Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double- Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord? damn’d,

Des. With who? Swear— thou are honest!

Emil. Why, with my lord, madam! Des. Heaven doth truly know it.

Des. Who is thy lord ? Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as hell. Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady! Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? How am I Des. I have none. Do not talk to me, Emilia ; false?

I cannot weep; nor answer I have done,
Oth. O Desdemona! -away! away! away! But what should go by water. Pr’ythee, to-night,

Des. Alas, the heavy day! – Why do you weep? Lay on my bed my weeding sheets, — remember ;
Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord ? And call thy husband hither!
If, haply, you my father do suspect,

Einil. Here is a change, indeed!

(Exit. An instrument of this your calling back,

Des. 'Tis meet I should be us'd so, very meet. Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, How have I been behav'd, that he might stick Why, I have lost him too.

The small'st opinion on my great’st abuse? Oth. Had it pleas'd heaven

Re-enter Emilia, with laco.

Iago. What is
To try me with affliction ; had he rain'd


madam? How is it All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head;

with you? Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;

Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young babes, Do it with gentle means,

and Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes;


tasks! I should have found in some part of my soul He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, A drop of patience : but (alas!) to make me I am a child to chiding. A fixed figure, for the time of scorn

lago. What's the matter, lady? To point his slow unmoving finger at,

Einil. Alas, lago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, 0!0!

Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, Yet could I bear that too ; well, very


As true hearts cannot bear. But there, where I have garner'd up my heart;

Des. Am I that name, lago ? Where either I must live, or bear no life;

Iago. What name, fair lady? The fountain, from the which my current runs, Des. Such, as she says, my lord did say I was. Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!

Emil. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his drink, Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads

Could not have laid such terms upon his callet. To knot and gender in!- turn thy complexion there! Iago. Why did he so? Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin; Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none such. Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Iago. Do not weep, do not weep! Alas, the day!
Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches,
Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, Her father, and her country, and her friends,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, To be call'd-whore? would it not make one weep?
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, Des. It is my wretched fortune.
That the sense aches at thee. —'Would, thou had'st Iago. Beshrew him for it!
ne'er been born!

How comes this trick upon him?
Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ? Des. Nay, heaven doth know.
Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Emil. I will be hang’d, if some eternal villain,
Made to write whore upon? What committed ! Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Committed ! - O thou public commoner!

Some cogging cozeniog slave, to get some office, I should make very forges of my cheeks,

Have not devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd else. That would to cinders burn up modesty,

Iugo. Fye, there is no such man; it is impossible. Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed ! Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones! The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,

Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,

company? And will not hear it! What committed!

What place? what time? what form? what likelihood ? Impudent strumpet!

The Moor's abus'd by some most villainous koave, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong!

Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow:Oth. Are not you a strumpet?

O heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold; Des. No, as I am a christian :

And put in every honest hand a whip, If to preserve this vessel for my lord,

To lash the rascal naked through the world, from any other foul anlawful touch,

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I have greater reason to believe now than ever, Emil

. O, fye upon him! some such squire he was, I mean, purpose, courage, and valour— this night was in That turn'd your wit the seamy side without, show it: if thou the next night following enjoyest And made you to suspect me with the Moor. not Desdemona, take me from this world with trealago. You are a fool; go to!

chery, and devise engines for my life.

sed she di Des. O good Iago,

Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and What shall I do to win my lord again?

compass? Good friend, go to him: for, by this light of heaven, Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come from And sing i I know not how I lost him. Here I kneei:

Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place.

Esil Sh If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Rod. Is that true? Why, then Othello and Desde

Des. No Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed; mona return again to Venice.

This Lodo Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Iago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania , and takes

Inil. A Delighted them in any other form;

away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode

Des. And Or that I do not yet, and ever did,

be lingered here by some accident; wherein none

Bai. D. And ever will, - though he do shake me off can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio. Italled ba To beggarly divorcement, -love him dearly, Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; Iago. Why, by making him incapable of Othello's And his unkindness may defeat my life,

place; knocking out his brains. But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore; Rod. And that you would have me do?

Des. The It does abhor me, now I speak the word;

Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and a To do the act that might the addition earn, right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither SIZE Not the world's mass of vanity could make me. will I go to him; - he knows not yet of his ho- Her har Iago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour ; nourable fortune: if you will watch

going thence,

So The business of the state does him offence, (which I shall fashion to fall out between twelve The fres And he does chide with you.

and one,) you may take him at your pleasure; I Des. If 'twere no other,

will be near to second your attempt, and he shall SE lago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets. fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but Her suHark, how these instruments summon to supper! go along with me; I' will show you such a necessity in And the great messengers of Venice say:

his death, that you shall think yourself bound to put Go in, and weep not ! all things shall be well! it on him. It is now high supper- time,

and the (Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. night grows to waste: about it.


Rod. I will hear further reason for this. How now, Roderigo ?

Iago. And you shall, be satisfied. (Erexani Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly with me. 'SCENE III. -- Another room in the castle. Si Iago. Vhat in the contrary?

Enter OTHELLO, Lodovico, Desdemona, E.ILIA, Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some device,

and Attendants. Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now,) keep'st me Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself to from all conveniency, than suppliest me with the least further! advantage of hope. I will, indeed, no longer endure Oth. 0, pardon me!'will do me good to walk. it: nor am I yet persuaded, to put up in peace what Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank you already I have foolishly suffered.

ladyship! Jago. Will you hear me, Roderigo?

Des. Your honour is most welcome! Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much, for your words, Oth. Will you walk, sir?and performances, are no kin together.

0,- Desdemona,Jago. You charge me most unjustly,

Des. My lord ? Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself Oth. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be reout of my means. The jewels you have had from me, turned forth with; dismiss your attendant there; a tha to deliver to Desdemona, would half have corrupted look, it be done. a votarist: you have told me-she has received them, Des. I will, my lord! and returned me expectations and comforts of sud- (Exeunt Othello, Lodovico, and Attendants. den respect and acquittance; but I find none. Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler, than be Iago. Well! go to! very well !

did. Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man! nor Des. He says, he will return incontinent; 'tis not very well. By this hand, I say, it is very He hath commanded me to go to bed, scurvy; and begin to find myself fobbed in it.

And bade me to dismiss you. Iago. Very well.

Emil. Dismiss me! Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well! I will make my- Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia, self known to Desdemona. If she will return memy Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu! jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent my un- We must not now displease him. lawful solicitation : if not, assure yourself, I will Emil. I would, you had never seen him! seek satisfaction of you.

Des. So would not I; my love doth so approre lago. You have said now,

him, Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what I pro- That even his stubbornness,

his checks, and test intendment of doing.

frowns, lago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and Pr’ythee, unpia me,

have grace and favour in even, from this instant, do build on thee a better them. opinion than ever. Give me thy hand, Roderigo! thou Emil

, I have laid those sheets you bade me on the hast taken against me a most just exception; but, bed. yet, I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair. Des. All's one. - Good father! how foolish are on Rod. It hath not appeared.

minds ! Iago. I grant, indeed, ithath not appeared ,and your If I do die before thee, priythee, shroud me suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Ro- In one of those same sheets. derigo, if thou hast that within thee indeed, which! Emil. Come, come, you talk !

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Des. My mother had a maid call'd — Barbara ; Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for
She was in love; and he, she lov'd, prov'd mad, the whole world.
And did forsake her: she had a song of — willow, Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the world;
An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, and, having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong
And she died singing it: that song, to-night, in your own world, and you zaight quickly make it
Will not go from my mind ; I have much to do, right.
But to go hang my head all at one side,

Des. I do not think there is any such woman. And sing it like poor Barbara. Pr’ythee, dispatch! Emil. Yes, a dozen ; and as mauy

Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? To the vantage, as would store the world they Des. No, unpin me here!

play'd for. This Lodovico is a proper man.

But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, Emil. A very handsome man.

If wives do fali. Say, that they slack their duties, Des. And he speaks well.

And pour our treasures into foreign s'aps; Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have or else break out in peevish jealousies, walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us, nether lip.

Or scant our former having in despite ;

Why, we have galls; and, though we Lave some I.

grace, Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands koow,

(Singing. Their wives have sense like them: they see and Sing all a green willow ;

smell, Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,

And have their palates both for sweet and sour, Sing willow, willow, willow:

ds husbands have. What is it that they do, The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her when they change us for others? Is it sport?

I think it is; and doth affection breed it?
Sing willow, etc.

I think it doth; is't frailty that this errs? Her sali" teurs fell from her, and soften'd the It is so too: and have not we affections ? stones;

Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have? Lay by these:

Then, let them use us well: else, let them know,

The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.
Sing willow, willow, willow;

Des. Good night, good night! Heaven me soch Pr'ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon. —

Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend!
Sing all a green willow must be my gar-


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SCENE I. - A street. Nay, that's not next. - Hark! who is it that knocks?

Enter Jago and Roderigo. Emil. It is the wind.

Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk! straight will

he come : Des. I calld my love, false love; but what said

Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home;
he then?
Sing willow, etc.

Quick, quick ! fear nothing! I'll be at thy elbow:

It makes us, or it mars ns; think on that,
If I court mo. women, you'll couch with mo men.

And fix most firm thy resolution.
So, get thee gone; good night! Mine eyes do itch; Rod. Be ncar at hand; I may miscarry in't.
Doth that hode weeping?

Iago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy Emil. 'Tis neither here nor there.


(Retires to a little distance. Des. I have heard it said so.—0, these men, these Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; men!

And yet he has given me satisfying reasons :Doth thoa in conscience think, — tell me, Emilia --'Tis but a man gone : – forth, my sword! he dies! That there be women do abuse their husbands

(Goes to his stand. In such gross kind?

Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the Emil. There be some such, no question.

sense, Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio, world?

Or Cassio, him, or each do kill the other, Emil. Why, would not you?

Every way makes my gain. Live Roderigo, Des. No, by this heavenly light!

He calls me to a restitution large Emil. Nor I neither, by this heavenly light! I might O gold, and jewels, that I bobb’d from him, do't as well i'the dark.

As gifts to Desdemona; Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the It must not be: if Cassio do remain, world ?

He hath a daily beauty in his life, Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'tis a great That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor price

May unfold me to him: there stand I in much peril: For a small vice.

No, he must die ! - but so, I hear him coming. Des. Good troth, I think thou would'st not.

Enter Cassio. Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and undo't, Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he. -Villain, thon diest! when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a (Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at thing for a joint ring; nor for measures of lawn; Cussio. nor for gowns, petticoats, por caps, nor any petty cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, exhibition : but, for the whole world, why, who But that my coat is better, than thou think'st; would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him I will make proof of thine. a monarch? I should venture purgatory for't.

[Draws, and wounds Roderigo.

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