That euen his ftubborneneffe, his checks and frownes.
Prethee vnpin me, haue grace and fauour in them.

Em. I haue laied these sheetes you bade me, on the bed.
Def. All's one good faith*: how foolish are our minds?
If I doe die before thee, prethee shrowd me
In one of those same sheetes.

Em. Come, come, you talke.

Def. My mother had a maid cald Barbary, She was in loue, and he fhe lou'd, prou'd mad, And did forfake her, fhe had a fong of willow, An old thing 'twas, but it expreft her fortune, And fhe died finging it, that fong to night,

Will not goe from my mind +-harke, who's that knocks?

father.

I have much to doe z

But to go bang my bead all at one fide and fing it like poore Barbary; prisbee difparch.

Em. Shall I goe fetch your night gowne?

Def. No, unpin me here.

This Lodovico is a proper man.

Em. A very bandsome man.

Def. Hefpeakes well.

Em. I know a lady in Venice, would have walk'd bare-footed to Palestine,

get thee gone, good night:

Em. It is the wind.

·Def. Now

Mine eyes doe itch, does that bode weeping?

Em. Tis neither here nor there. §

Def. Wouldst thou doe fuch a deed, for all the world?
Em. Why would not you.

Def. No, by this heauenly light.

Em. Nor I neither, by this heauenly light,

I might doe it as well in the darke.

Def. Would

thou doe fuch a thing for all the world? Em. The world is a huge thing, it is a great price,

For a small vice.

Def. Good §§ troth I thinke thou wouldst not.

Em. By my** troth I thinke I fhould, and vndo't when I had done it, mary I would not doe fuch a thing for a ioynt ring; or for measures of lawne, nor for gownes, or *‡ petticotes, nor caps, nor any fuch * exhibition; but for the whole world? vds pitty *§, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for it.

Def. Befhrew me, if I would doe fuch a *+ wrong,

For the whole world.

Em. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the world; and hauing the world for your labour, tis a wrong in your owne world, and you might quickly make it right.

+ Tis.

Def. I call' d my love falfe, but what faid he then?

fing willow, willow, willow,

If I court mo women, youle couch with mo men.

So.

§ Def. I bave beard it said so : 0 these men, these men :
Doft thou in confcience thinke (tell me Emi ia)

That there be women who abuse their busbands

Def. I doe not thinke there is any fuch woman.

Em. Yes, a dozen, and as many to the vantage, as would ftore the world they played for. *

Def. Good night, good night: God+ me such usage † fend, Not to picke bad from bad, but by bad mend.

Exeunt.

lag, Here ftand behind this bulke, straite will he come,
Weare thy good rapier bare, and put it home,
Quicke, quicke, feare nothing, I'le be at thy elboe;
It makes vs or it marres vs, thinke of that,

And fixe most ‡ firme thy refolution.

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

lag. Here at thy hand, be bold, and take thy sword **.
Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the dead ‡‡;

And yet he has giuen me fatisfying reafons,
Tis but a man gone: forth my fword, he dies.

* But I doe thinke it is their husbands faults,

If wives doe fall: (fay that they flack their duties,
And poure our treasures into forreigne laps,
Or elfe breake out in peevish jealousies,
Throwing refraint upon us; or fay they firike us,
Or feant our former having in despight)
Why we bave galles, and tho we have some grace,
Yet have we fome revenge : let husbands know
Their wives have fence like them; they fee, and fwell,
And bave their pallats both for sweet and fowre,
As husbands have: what is it that they doe
When they change us for others? is it sport?
I thinke it is; and doth affection breed it?
I thinke it doth; is't frailty that thus erṛes ?
It is fo too; and bave not we affections ?
Defires for fport and frailtie as men have?
Then let em ufe us well, elfe let em know,
The ills we doe, their ills inftruct us fo.
tufes. Scœna I. I more.

+ Leauch.

** fland.

11 deed;

lag.

Iag. I haue rubd this young gnat

almost to the sense,

And he growes angry now: whether he kill Caffio,

Or Caffio him, or each doe kill the other,
Euery way makes my game; liue Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large,

For gold and iewells, that I bobd from him,
As gifts to Defdemona :

It must not be, if Caffio doe remaine,

He has a daily beauty in his life,

That makes me vgly: and befides, the Moore
May vnfould me to him; there ftand I in * perrill;"
No, he muft die, be't fo, I heare him comming.

Ent. Cal.

Rod, I know his gate, tis he, villaine thou dieft,
Caf. That thruft had bin my enemy indeed,
But that my coate is better then thou think'st t.
I will make proofe of thine.

Rod. O I am flaine.

Caf. I am maind‡ for euer, light ho, murder, murder

Enter Othello.

Oth. The voice of Caffio, Iago keepes his word.

Rod. O villaine that I am.

Oth. Harke tis euen fo.

Caf. O helpe ho, light, a furgeon.

Oth. Tis he, O braue Tago, honest and iust,

That haft fuch noble fence of thy friends wrong,

Thou teachest me; - minion, your deare lies dead,
And your fate hies apace §; ftrumpet I come;

Forth of my heart, thofe charmes thine eyes are blotted,

Thy bed luft-ftaind, fhall with lufts blood be spotted. Ex..

Enter Lodouico and Gratiano.

Caf. What ho, no watch, no paffage, murder, murder.
Grat. Tis fome mifchance, the cry is very direfull.
Caf. O helpe.

Lod. Harke..

Rod. O wretched villaine.

Lod. Two or three grones, it is a heauy night,
These may be counterfeits, let's think't vnfafe
To come into the cry without more helpe.

Rod. No body come, then fhall I bleed to death.

Lod. Harke.

Enter Lago with a light.

Grat. Here's one comes in his fhirt, with lights and wea

pons.

Lag. Who's there? whofe noife is this, that cries on murder.

Lod. I doe not know.

Jag. Did not you heare a cry?

Caf. Here, here, for heauens fake helpe me.

Jag. What's the matter.

Grat. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.

Lod. The fame indeed, a very valiant fellow.

lag. What are you here, that cry fo greeuously? Caf. Iago, O I am spoil'd, vndone by villaines, Giue me fome helpe.

lag Omy leiutenant: what villaines haue done this? Caf. I thinke the one of them is heere about,

And cannot make away.

lag. O treacherous villaines :

What are you there? come in and giue fome helpe.