2968Lod. I do beseech you Sir, trouble your selfe no further.

2969Oth. Oh pardon me: 'twill do me good to walke.

2970Lodoui. Madam, good night: I humbly thanke your

2971Ladyship.

2972Des. Your Honour is most welcome.

2973Oth. Will you walke Sir? Oh Desdemona.

2974Des. My Lord.

2975Othello Get you to bed on th'instant, I will be re-

2976turn'd forthwith: dismisse your Attendant there: look't

2977be done. Exit.

2978Des. I will my Lord.

2979AEm. How goes it now? He lookes gentler then he did.

2980Des. He saies he will returne incontinent,

2981And hath commanded me to go to bed,

2982And bid me to dismisse you.

2983AEmi. Dismisse me?

2984Des. It was his bidding: therefore good AEmilia,

2985Giue me my nightly wearing, and adieu.

2986We must not now displease him.

2987AEmil. I, would you had neuer seene him.

2988Des. So would not I: my loue doth so approue him,

2989That euen his stubbornesse, his checks, his frownes,

2990(Prythee vn-pin me) haue grace and fauour.

2991AEmi. I haue laid those Sheetes you bad me on the bed.

2992Des. All's one: good Father, how foolish are our minds?

2993If I do die before, prythee shrow'd me

2994In one of these same Sheetes.

2995AEmil. Come, come: you talke.

2996Des. My Mother had a Maid call'd Barbarie,

2997She was in loue: and he she lou'd prou'd mad,

2998And did forsake her. She had a Song of Willough,

2999An old thing 'twas: but it express'd her Fortune,

3000And she dy'd singing it. That Song to night,

3001Will not go from my mind: I haue much to do,

3002But to go hang my head all at one side

3003And sing it like poore Brabarie: prythee dispatch.

3004AEmi. Shall I go fetch your Night-gowne?

3005Des. No, vn-pin me here,

3006This Lodouico is a proper man.

3007AEmil. A very handsome man.

3008Des. He speakes well.

3009AEmil. I know a Lady in Venice would haue walk'd

3010barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.

3011Des. The poore Soule sat singing, by a Sicamour tree.

3012Sing all a greene Willough:

3013Her hand on her bosome her head on her knee,

3014Sing Willough, Willough, Wtllough.

3015The fresh Streames ran by her, and murmur'd her moanes

3016Sing Willough, &c.

3017Her salt teares fell from her, and softned the stones,

3018Sing Willough, &c. (Lay by these)

3019 Willough, Willough. (Prythee high thee: he'le come anon)

3020Sing all a greene Willough must be my Garland.

3021Let no body blame him, his scorne I approue.

3022(Nay that's not next. Harke, who is't that knocks?

3023AEmil. It's the wind.

3024Des. I call'd my Loue false Loue: but what said he then?

3025Sing Willough, &c.

3026If I court mo women, you'le couch with mo men.

v v 3 So

334 The Tragedie of Othello.

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