I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.

Oh, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk.

Madam, good night; I humbly thank your 2971ladyship.

Your honor is most welcome.

Will you walk, sir? O Desdemona--

My lord.

Get you to bed on th'instant. I will be 2976returned forthwith. Dismiss your attendant there; look't 2977be done.

I will, my lord.

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

He says he will return incontinent,

4.3.112981And hath commanded me to go to bed,

4.3.122982And bid me to dismiss you.

And bid me to dismiss you. Dismiss me?

It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia,

4.3.142985Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu.

4.3.152986We must not now displease him.

I would you had never seen him.

So would not I; my love doth so approve him

4.3.182989That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns--

4.3.192990Prithee unpin me--have grace and favor in them.

I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.

All's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds?

4.3.222993If I do die before thee, prithee shroud me

4.3.232994In one of these same sheets.

In one of these same sheets. Come, come, you talk.

My mother had a maid called Barbary;

4.3.252997She was in love, and he she loved proved mad

4.3.262998And did forsake her. She had a "Song of Willow"--

4.3.272999An old thing 'twas, but it expressed her fortune,

4.3.283000And she died singing it. That song tonight

4.3.293001Will not go from my mind; I have much to do

4.3.303002But to go hang my head all at one side

4.3.313003And sing it like poor Barbary. Prithee dispatch.

Shall I go fetch your nightgown?

Shall I go fetch your nightgown? No, unpin me here.

4.3.333006This Lodovico is a proper man.

A very handsome man.

A very handsome man. He speaks well.

I know a lady in Venice would have walked

4.3.363010Barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.

4.3.45Lay by these.--

4.3.473019.1Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon.

4.3.503022Nay, that's not next. Hark, who is't that knocks?

It's the wind.

4.3.553027So get thee gone, goodnight. Mine eyes do itch;

4.3.563028Doth that bode weeping?

Doth that bode weeping? 'Tis neither here nor there.

I have heard it said so. Oh, these men, these men!

4.3.583031Dost thou in conscience think--tell me, Emilia--

4.3.593032That there be women do abuse their husbands

4.3.603033In such gross kind?

In such gross kind? There be some such, no question.

Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?

Why, would not you?

Why, would not you? No, by this heavenly light.

Nor I neither, by this heavenly light;

4.3.643039I might do't as well i'th'dark.

Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?

The world's a huge thing;

4.3.673042It is a great price for a small vice.

In troth, I think thou wouldst not.

In troth, I think I should, and undo't when 3045I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a 3046joint ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for gowns, 3047petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition. But for 3048all the whole world--'ud's pity!--who would not make her 3049husband a cuckold to make him a monarch? I should 3050venture purgatory for't.

Beshrew me if I would do such a wrong

4.3.713052For the whole world.

Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th'world; 3054and having the world for your labor 'tis a wrong in 3055your own world, and you might quickly make it right.

I do not think there is any such woman.

Yes, a dozen--and as many to th'vantage as 3058would store the world they played for.

4.3.753059But I do think it is their husbands' faults

4.3.763060If wives do fall. Say that they slack their duties

4.3.773061And pour our treasures into foreign laps;

4.3.783062Or else break out in peevish jealousies,

4.3.793063Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,

4.3.803064Or scant our former having in despite.

4.3.813065Why, we have galls; and though we have some grace,

4.3.823066Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know

4.3.833067Their wives have sense like them; they see, and smell,

4.3.843068And have their palates both for sweet and sour,

4.3.853069As husbands have. What is it that they do

4.3.863070When they change us for others? Is it sport?

4.3.873071I think it is. And doth affection breed it?

4.3.883072I think it doth. Is't frailty that thus errs?

4.3.893073It is so too. And have not we affections,

4.3.903074Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?

4.3.913075Then let them use us well; else let them know,

4.3.923076The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.

Good night, good night. 3078God me such uses send,

4.3.943079Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad, mend.