The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her

moans;

Sing willow, &c.

Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones ;'

'Sing all a green willow must be my garland.'

Nay, that's not next. - Hark! who is it that

knocks?

Emi. It is the wind.

Des. I call'd my love, false love; but what said he then?

Sing willow, &c.

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

So get thee gone: good night. Mine eyes do itch: Doth that bode weeping?

Emi.

"Tis neither here nor there.

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?

Emi.

There be some such, no question. Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the

world?

Emi. Why, would not you?

Des.

No, by this heavenly light!

Emi. 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?

Emi. The world is a huge thing: 'tis a great

price

For a small vice.

Des.

Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. Emi. 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 exnibition: 1 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.

Emi. 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.

1 Pecuniary allowance.

Des. I do not think there is any such woman.
Emi. Yes, a dozen; and as many

To the vantage,1 as would store the world they play'd 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,
Or scant our former having in despite ; 2

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

Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know,

Their wives have sense 3 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 so.

Des. Good night, good night. Heaven me such

usage send,

Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend!

[Exeun!.

1 Over and above. 2 Abridge our pin-money in a pet. → Sensation.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

A street.

Enter IAGO and RODERIGO.

Lugo. 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.

Ro. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in 't.

sword.

Iago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy [retires to a little distance. Ro. 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 stan

Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat1 almost t

the sense,

And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassi
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 bobb'd 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.

Enter CASSIO.

Ro. 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.

Ro.

[draws, and wounds Roderigo. O, I am slain !

[Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind

in the leg, and exit.

Cas. I am maim'd for ever.-Help, ho! murder.

murder!

Enter OTHELLO, at a distance.

[falls.

Oth. The voice of Cassio :-Iago keeps his word. Ro. O, villain that I am!

Oth.

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

Oth. 'Tis he.-O brave Iago, 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: