2

Des. I have heard it said so.'—0, these men, these

men !-
Dost thou in conscience think,—tell me, Emilia,-
That there be women do abuse their husbands
In such gross kind ?
Emil.

There be some such, no question.
Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
Emil. Why, would not you?
Des.

No, by this heavenly light! Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light; I might do't as well i' the dark.

Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world!

Emil. The world is a huge thing. 'Tis a great price For a small vice.

Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst 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 labor, '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 played

for.
But I do think, it is their husbands' faults
If wives do fall. Say, that they slack their duties,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps;
Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
Throwing restraint upon us; or, say they strike us,

3

2

Or scant our former having in despite :
Why, we have galls; and, though we have some grace,
Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know
Their wives have sense ? 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.3
Des. Good night, good night; Heaven me such

usage * send,
Not to pick bad from bad ; but, by bad, mend !

[Exeunt.

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ACT V.

SCENE I. A Street.

Enter Iago and RODERIGO.
Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk ; straight will he

come ;
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home.
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'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.

[Retires to a little distance.

1 Our former allowance of expense. 2 Sense is here used, as in Hamlet, for sensation, or sensual appetites. 3 The old copy reads, “ their ills instruct us so.” 4 “ Such uses

" is the reading of the folio; but the first quarto has U such usage."

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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 rubbed 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 bobbed 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.

3

Enter Cassio. Rod. I know his gait; 'tis he ;-villain, thou diest. [Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at

CASSIO.
Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,
But that my coat is better than thou think'st;
I will make proof of thine.

[Draws, and wounds RODERIGO. Rod.

O, I am slain! [Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio

behind in the leg, * and exit. Cas. I am maimed forever :—Help, ho! murder ! murder!

[Falls. Enter OTHELLO, at a distance. Oth. The voice of Cassio.- Iago keeps his word. Rod. O, villain that I am! Oth.

Hark! 'Tis even so. Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon!

Oth. 'Tis he ;-0 brave lago, honest, and just,
That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong!
Thou teachest me,-minion, your dear lies dead
And
your

fate hies’ apace.—Strumpet, I come. Forth" of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted ; Thy bed, lust-stained, shall with lust's blood be spotted.

[Exit OTHELLO.

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Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch! no passage? murder !

murder !
Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry

is
very

direful. Cas. O, help! Lod.

Hark! Rod.

O wretched villain ! Lod. Two or three groans ;—it is a heavy * night.

;These may be counterfeits ; let's think’t unsafe To come into the cry without more help.

Rod. Nobody come ? then shall I bleed to death.

Enter Lago, with a light. Lod. Hark! Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and

weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries

a

Lod. We do not know.
Iago.

Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for Heaven's sake, help me. Iago.

What's the matter? Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow. Iago. What are you here that cry so grievously?

Cas. lago! 0, I am spoiled, undone by villains ! Give me some help.

Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?

Cas. I think that one of them is hereabout,
And cannot make away.
Iago.

O treacherous villains !
What are you there? come in, and give some help.

[To Lodovico and Gratiano. Rod. O, help me here! Cas. That's one of them. Iago.

O murderous slave! O villain!

[Iago stabs RODERIGO. Rod. O damned Iago! O inhuman dog! 0! 0! 0! Iago. Kill men i'the dark !—Where be these bloody

thieves ?
How silent is this town !-Ho! murder! murder!
What may you be ? are you of good, or evil?

Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Iago.

Seignior Lodovico ! Lod. He, sir.

Iago. I cry you mercy ; here's Cassio hurt By villains.

Gra. Cassio ?
Iago.

How is it, brother ?
Cas. My leg is cut in two.
Iago.

Marry, Heaven forbid ! Light, gentlemen ; I'll bind it with my shirt.

.

Enter BIANCA.

Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried ? Iago. Who is't that cried !