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I 'will give over my suit, and repent my unlawsul solicitation: if not, assure your self I will seek satisfaction of you. Iago. You have said now.

Rod. Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.

/ago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even from this instant do I build on thee a belter opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Rodorigo, thou hast taken against me a most just exception; but 1 protest I have dealt most directly in thy affair.

Rad. It hath not appealed.

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 lise.

Rod. Well; what is it? is it within reason and compass?

Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to depute Cajsto in Othello's place.

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

Iago. Oh no; he goes into Mauritania^ and taketh away with him the fair De/demona, unless his abode be lingred here by some accident: wherein none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cajsio.

Rod. How do you mean removing him?

Iago.-Why, by making him uncapable of Othelb'i place; knocking out his brains.

Rod. And that you would have me to do?

Iago. 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 hirn at your pleasure. I will be near to second your attempt, tempt, and he (hall fall between us. Come, stand not amaz'd at it, but go along with me; I wilJ 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-rime 5 and the night grows to waste. About it.

Rod. I will hear surther reason for this.

Iago. And you shall be satisfied. £ Exeunt.

SCENE XIII.

Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Æmilia, and Attendants.

Lod. I do beseech you, Sir, trouble your self no Further. Otb. Oh pardon; 'twill do me good to walk. Lod. Madam, good-night; I humbly thank your Ladyship.

Des. Your Honour is most welcome.

Otb. Will you walk, Sir? oh Desdemona!

[Ex. Lod. &c.

. Des. My Lord!

Otb. Get you to bed on th' instant, I will be returnM forthwith; dismiss your attendant there; look't be done.

{Exit.

Des I will, my Lord.

Æmil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.

Des. He fays 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 I; my love doth so approve him, That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns, (Pr'ythee unpin me) have grace and favour in them.

Æmil. I have laid those sheets you bad 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
In one of these same sheets.

Æmil. Come, come; you talk.

Des. My mother had a maid caJl'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 'cwas, 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 'NotN to go hang my head all 1 'onN one side,
And sing it like poor Barbara. Pry'thee dispatch.

Æmil. Shall 1 go setch your night-gown?

Des. 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.

Des. The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree, [Singing.

Sing all a green willow:
Her band on her bosom, her head on her knee,

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

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

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

Sing all a green willow must he my garland.
Let no body blame him; his scorn I approve.

Nay that's not next — Hark, who is't that knocks?
Æmil. It's the wind.

Des. / caird my love false love; but wbat said he then?
Sing willow, &c.
If I court more women, you'll coucb with more men.

So, get thee gone, good-night; mine eyes do itch,
Doth that boad weeping f ..
9 Bat 1 at .. yEmil.

Æmil. 'Tis neither here nor there.

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

Æmil. There be some soch, no question.

Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the work!?

Æmil. Why, would not you?

Des. No, by this heavenly light.

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

Des. 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.

Des. In troth I think thou would'st not.

Æmil. In troth I think I should, and • 'unswearY 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 sliould venture purgatory for't.

Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong Fot the whole world.

Æmil. 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 k 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: fay, that they stack their duties, And pour our treasures into foreign laps; Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Throwing restraint on us i or fay, they strike us, Or scant our former having in despight; Why, we have galls; and though we have some grace, Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know,

2 updo't Their

Their wives have sense like them; they see and smell, _And have their palates both for sweet and sower,

.As husbands have. What is it that they do,

"W hen they change us for others? is it sport?

I think it is; and doth afsection breed it?

1 think it doth: is't frailty that thus errs?

It is so too. And have not we afsections?

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; heav'n me such uses send, Not to pick bad from bad; but> by bad, mend! [Exeunt.

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A C T V. S C E N E I.

A Street before the Palace.
Enter Iago and Rodorigo.

I A C O.

ERE, stand behind this bulk. Straight will he

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Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home; Quick, quick, sear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow. It makes us, or it mars us: think on that, And six 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 di

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