I will give over my fuit, and repent my unlawful solicitation: if not, assure your self I will seek fatisfaction of you.

Iago. You have said now. : Rod. Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing

Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even from this instant do I build on thee, a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Rodorigo, thou haft taken against me a most just exception ; but I protest I have dealt most directly in thy affair.

Rod. It hath not appear’d.

Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appear’d; and your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Rodorigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever, (I mean, purpose, courage, and valour) this night shew it. If thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my life.

Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason and com

pass ?

lago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to depute Casio in Oibello's place.

Rod. Is that true? why then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice,

Jago. Oh no; he goes into Mauritania, and taketh away with him the fair Dejdemona, unless his abode be lingred here by some accident: wherein none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio.

Rod. How do you mean removing him?

lago.. Why, by making him uncapable of Otheili's place ; knocking out his brains.

Rod. And that you would have me to do?

Tago. Ay, if you dare do your self a profit, and a right. He sups 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 second your at

tempt,

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tempt, and he shall fall between 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 your self bound to put it on him. It is now high supper-time; and the right grows to waste. About it.

Rod. I will hear further reason for this. lago. And you shall be satisfied.

[Exeunt. S C E

C. EN E XIII.

Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Æmilia, and

Attendants.

Lod. I do beseech you, Sir, trouble your self no further.
Oth. Oh pardon ; 'will do me good to walk.

Lod. Madam, good-night; I humbly thank your Ladyship.

Des. Your Honour is most welcome.
Oib. Will you walk, Sir? oh Desdemona!

[Ex. Lod. &C. Def. My Lord!

Oth. Get you to bed on th’inftant, I will be return'd forthwith ; dismiss your attendant there ; look't be done.

(Exit. Def. I will, my Lord. Æmil. 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.

Æmil. Dismiss me?

Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Æmilia,
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu.
We must not now displease him.

Æmil. I would you had never seen him.

Des. So would not l; my love doch so approve him,
That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns,
(Pr’ythee unpin me) have grace and favour in them.
Amil

. I have laid those Theets you bad me on the bed. Def. All's one: good father! how foolish are our minds !

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If I do die before thee, pr’ythee shroud me
In one of these fame sheets.

Æmil. Come, come ; you talk.

Def. 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 dy'd singing it. That song to-night
Will not go from my mind ; I've much ado,
9 'Noc' to go hang my head all · 'on' one side,
And sing it like poor Barbara. Pry'thee dispatch.
Æmil. Shall I

go

fetch your nighc-gown?
Def. No, unpin me here ;
This Lodovico is a proper man.

Æmil. A very handsome man.
Des. He speaks well.

Æmil. I know a Lady in Venice would have walk'd
bare-foot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.
Del. The poor foul sat singing by a sycamore tree, (Singing.

Sing all a green willow :
Her hand on her bofom, her head on her knee,

Sing willow, willow, willow.
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd ber moans;

Sing willow, &c.
Her salt tears fell from her, and softned the stones ;

Sing willow, &c.
Willow, willow. (Pr'ythee hye thee, he'll come anon.)

Sing all a green willow must be my garland.

Let no body blame him; bis fcorn I approve. .
Nay that's not next Hark, who is't that knocks?

Æmil. It's the wind.

Des. I calld my love false love ; but what said 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, Dóth that boad weeping?

Æmil.

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I at

Æmil. 'Tis neither here nor there.

Def. I have heard it said so; oh these men, these mea!
Dost thou in conscience think, tell me, Æmilia,
That there be women do abuse their husbands,
In such gross kind ?

Æmil. There be some fuch, no question.
Def. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world?
Æmil. Why, would not you?
Def. No, by this heav'nly light.

Æmil. Nor" I neither by this heav'nly light, I might do't as well i'th' dark.

Def. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world?

Æmil. The world's a huge thing; it is a great price, for a small vice.

Der. In troth I think thou would't not.

Æmil. In troth I think I should, and ? 'unswear's 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 should venture purgatory for't.

Des. Befhrew me, if I would do such a wrong For the whole world.

Æmil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'ch' world; and having the world for your labour, 'cis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right.

Des. I do not think there is any such woman.

Æmil. Yes, a dozen ; and as many to th' vantage, as would store the world they plaid for. But I do think it is their husbands faults, If wives do fall: say, that they fack their duties, And pour our treasures into foreign laps ; Or elle break out in peevish jealousies, Throwing restraint on us ; or say, they strike us, Or scant our former having in despight; Why, we have galls; and though we have fome grace, Yet have we some revenge. Lec husbands know, 2 undo't

Their

Their wives have sense like them; they fee and smell,
And have their palates both for sweet and lower,
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.

Def. Good-night; good-night ; heav'n me such uses fend,
Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! [Exeunt.

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H

ERE, stand behind this bulk. Straight will he

come :

Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home ;
Quick, quick, fear nothing; l'll be at thy elbow.
It makes us, or it mars us : think on that,
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 sword.

Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed,
Yet he hath giv'n me satisfying reasons;
'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword; he dies.

[Goes and stands apart.
Iago. I've rubb'd this young :'quab almost to the sense,
And he grows angry. Now whether he kill Casio,
Or Cafio him, or each do kill the other,

Every

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