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That even his stubbornenesle, his checks and frownes.
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 she lou’d, prou'd mad, And did forsake her, she had a song of willow, An old thing 'twas, but it expreft her fortune, And she died singing it, that song to night, Will not goe from my mind f-harke, who's that knocks?
This Lodovico is a proper man.
for a touch of bis neizber lip.
fing all e green willow,
fing willow, willow, willow,
Jing willow, willow, willow,
(Lay by ebec.)
Sing all a greene willow muft be my garland
Nay ibats not next-haske, &c.
Em. It is + the wind. I
Def. Now I get thee gone, good night :
Em. Tis neither here nor there.
Em. Nor I neither, by this heauenly light,
Def. Would II thou doe such a thing for all the world?
Em. The world is a huge thing, it is a great price, For a small vice.
Def. Good 98 troth I thinke thou wouldst not.
Em. By my ** troth I thinke I should, and vndo't when I had done it, mary I would not doe such a thing for a ioynt ring; or for measures of lawne, nor for gownes, or *# petticotes, nor caps, nor any such *l 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.
Der. Beshrew me, if I would doe such a *t 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 owna world, and you might quickly make it right.
fing willow, willew, will.w,
§ Des. I bave beard it said fo : 0 these men, ebese men :
Doff thou in conscience thinke (tell me Emi ia)
Def. I doe not thinke there is any such woman.
Em. Yes, a dozen, and as many to the vantage, as would store the world they played for. *
Def. Good night, good night: Godt me such usage + sendo Not to picke bad from bad, but by bad mend. Exeunt.
Enter Iago and Roderigo,
Rod. Be neere at hand, I may miscarry in't.
Rod. I haue no great deaotion to the dead 11;
* But I doe zbirke it is their busbands faults,
treasures into ferreigne laps,
Tbeills we doe, their ills infru&t us fo.
lag. I haue rubd this young gnat || almost to the sease,
Caf. That thrust had bin my enemy indeed,
Rod. 0 I am Naine.
Oth. Tis he, O braue Iago, honest and iust,
Enter Lodouico and Gratiano.
Caf. What ho, no watch, no passage, murder, murder.
Lod. Two or three grones, it is a heauy night,
Rod. No body come, then shall I bleed to death.
Enter Iago with a light.
der. Lod. I doe not know. lag. Did not you heare a cry? Caf. Here, here, for heauens fake helpe me. lag. What's the matter. Grat. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Lod. The same indeed, a very valiant fellow. lag. What are you here, that cry so greeuously?
Caf. lago, 0 I am spoild, yndone by villaines, Giue me some helpe.
lag O my * leiutenant : what villaines haue done this?
Gas. 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.