3027So get thee gone, good night: mine eyes do itch:

3028Doth that boade weeping?

3029AEmil, 'Tis neyther heere, nor there.

3030Des. I haue heard it said so. O these Men, these men!

3031Do'st thou in conscience thinke (tell me AEmilia)

3032That there be women do abuse their husbands

3033In such grosse kinde?

3034AEmil. There be some such, no question.

3035Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world?

3036AEmil. Why, would not you?

3037Des. No, by this Heauenly light.

3038AEmil. Nor I neither, by this Heauenly light:

3039I might doo't as well i'th'darke.

3040Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for al the world?

3041AEmil. The world's a huge thing:

3042It is a great price, for a small vice.

3043Des. Introth, I thinke thou would'st not.

3044AEmil. Introth I thinke I should, and vndoo't when

3045I had done. Marry, I would not doe such a thing for a

3046ioynt Ring, nor for measures of Lawne, nor for Gownes,

3047Petticoats, nor Caps, nor any petty exhibition. But for

3048all the whole world: why, who would not make her hus-

3049band a Cuckold, to make him a Monarch? I should ven-

3050ture Purgatory for't.

3051Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong

3052For the whole world.

3053AEmil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th'world;

3054and hauing the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in

3055your owne world, and you might quickly make it right.

3056Des. I do not thinke there is any such woman.

3057AEmil. Yes, a dozen: and as many to'th'vantage, as

3058would store the world they plaid for.

3059But I do thinke it is their Husbands faults

3060If Wiues do fall: (Say, that they slacke their duties,

3061And powre our Treasures into forraigne laps;

3062Or else breake out in peeuish Iealousies,

3063Throwing restraint vpon vs: Or say they strike vs,

3064Or scant our former hauing in despight)

3065Why we haue galles: and though we haue some Grace,

3066Yet haue we some Reuenge. Let Husbands know,

3067Their wiues haue sense like them: They see, and smell,

3068And haue their Palats both for sweet, and sowre,

3069As Husbands haue. What is it that they do,

3070When they change vs for others? Is it Sport?

3071I thinke it is: and doth Affection breed it?

3072I thinke it doth. Is't Frailty that thus erres?

3073It is so too. And haue not we Affections?

3074Desires for Sport? and Frailty, as men haue?

3075Then let them vse vs well: else let them know,

3076The illes we do, their illes instruct vs so.

3077Des. Good night, good night:

3078Heauen me such vses send,

3079Not to picke bad, from bad; but by bad, mend. Exeunt

3082Iago. Heere, stand behinde this Barke,

3083Straight will he come:

3084Weare thy good Rapier bare, and put it home:

3085Quicke, quicke, feare nothing; Ile be at thy Elbow,

3086It makes vs, or it marres vs, thinke on that,

3087And fixe most firme thy Resolution.

3088Rod. Be neere at hand, I may miscarry in't.

3089Iago. Heere, at thy hand: Be bold, & take thy stand.

3090Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the deed,

3091And yet he hath giuen me satisfying Reasons:

3092'Tis but a man gone. Forth my Sword: he dies.

3093Iago. I haue rub'd this yong Quat almost to the sense,

3094And he growes angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,

3095Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,

3096Euery way makes my gaine. Liue Rodorigo,

3097He calles me to a restitution large

3098Of Gold, and Iewels, that I bob'd from him,

3099As Guifts to Desdemona.

3100It must not be: If Cassio do remaine,

3101He hath a dayly beauty in his life,

3102That makes me vgly: and besides, the Moore

3103May vnfold me to him: there stand I in much perill:

3104No, he must dye. But so, I heard him comming.

3106Rod. I know his gate, 'tis he: Villaine thou dyest.

3107Cas. That thrust had beene mine enemy indeed,

3108But that my Coate is better then thou know'st:

3109I will make proofe of thine.

3110Rod. Oh, I am slaine.

3111Cassio. I am maym'd for euer:

3112Helpe hoa: Murther, murther.

3114Oth. The voyce of Cassio, Iago keepes his word.

3115Rod. O Villaine that I am.

3116Oth. It is euen so.

3117Cas. Oh helpe hoa: Light, a Surgeon.

3118Oth. 'Tis he: O braue Iago, honest, and iust,

3119That hast such Noble sense of thy Friends wrong,

3120Thou teachest me. Minion, your deere lyes dead,

3121And your vnblest Fate highes: Strumpet I come:

3122For of my heart, those Charmes thine Eyes, are blotted.

3123Thy Bed lust-stain'd, shall with Lusts blood bee spotted.

3126Cas. What hoa? no Watch? No passage?

3127Murther, Murther.

3128Gra. 'Tis some mischance, the voyce is very direfull.

3129Cas. Oh helpe.

3130Lodo. Hearke.

3131Rod. Oh wretched Villaine.

3132Lod. Two or three groane. 'Tis heauy night;

3133These may be counterfeits: Let's think't vnsafe

3134To come into the cry, without more helpe.

3135Rod. Nobody come: then shall I bleed to death.

3137Lod. Hearke.

3138Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with Light, and

3139Weapons.

3140Iago. Who's there?

3141Who's noyse is this that cries on murther?

3142Lodo. We do not know.

3143Iago. Do not you heare a cry?

3144Cas. Heere, heere: for heauen sake helpe me.

3145Iago. What's the matter?

3146Gra. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it.

3147Lodo. The same indeede, a very valiant Fellow.

3148Iago. What are you heere, that cry so greeuously?

3149Cas. Iago? Oh I am spoyl'd, vndone by Villaines:

3150Giue me some helpe.

3151Iago. O mee, Lieutenant!

3152What Villaines haue done this?

3153Cas. I thinke that one of them is heereabout.