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That even his stubbornenesle, 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 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?

fatber.
f I have much to doe ;
But to goe bang my bead all at one fide and sing it like poore Barbary; priibee

difpa'cb.
Em. Sball I goc fetch your nigbt gowne?
Der. No, unpin me bere.

This Lodovico is a proper man.
Em. A very bandsome man.
Des. He speakes well.
Em. I know a lady in Venice, would beve wall'd bare-footed so Palestine,

for a touch of bis neizber lip.

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Desdemona fings.
The poore foule sa: Agbing by a ficamour tree

fing all e green willow,
Her band on ber bosime, ber bead on ber knel,

fing willow, willow, willow,
Ibe fresh streames by ber, and murmur'd ber moanes,

Jing willow, willow, willow,
Her salt leares fell from ber, wbicb loftered ibe frones,
fing willow, &c.

(Lay by ebec.)
willow, willow,
(Pretbee bietbee, be'le come anon)

Sing all a greene willow muft be my garland
Let na body blame bim, bis fcorne I approve :

Nay ibats not next-haske, &c.

Em.

Em. It is + the wind. I

Def. Now I get thee gone, good night :
Mine eyes doe itch, does that bode weeping?

Em. Tis neither here nor there.
Def. Wouldst thou doe such 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 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.

+ Tis.
Der. I call d my love false, but what said beiben?

fing willow, willew, will.w,
If I court mo women, youle couch with momen.

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§ Des. I bave beard it said fo : 0 these men, ebese men :

Doff thou in conscience thinke (tell me Emi ia)
Tbat ibere be women wbo abuse obeir busbands
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Def.

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.

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Enter Iago and Roderigo,
lag, Here stand 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 mot firme thy resolution.

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 deaotion to the dead 11;
And yet he has giuen me satisfying reasons,
Tis but a man gone: forth my sword, he dies,

* But I doe zbirke it is their busbands faults,
If wives doe fall: (lay ibat ibey sack their duties,
And poure our

treasures into ferreigne laps,
Or else breake out in pecuijn jealoufies,
Throwing refraint upon us; or jay tbey ftribeus,
Or fcant our former baving in despigbe)
Wiy we have galles, and obowe bave some grace,
Put kave we some revenge : ler husbands krow
Thir wives bave sence like them; tbey see, and fuell

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And bave i beir pallars balb for sweet and forre,
As busbands bave: what is je skat obey doc
When they cbange us for others? is it sport?
I binke it is; and dorb affection breed it ?
I binke it doib; is'e frailty :bartbus erres?
It is fotoo ; and bove not we affections ?
Defires for sport ? and frailtie as men have ?
Then let em: use us well, elfe lei em know,

Tbeills we doe, their ills infru&t us fo.
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lag. I haue rubd this young gnat || almost to the sease,
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 Desdemona :
It must not be, if Callio doe remaine,
He has a daily beauty in his life,
That makes me vgly: and besides, the Moore
May vnfould me to him ; there stand I in * perrill;
No, he must die, be't so, I heare him comming.

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Ent. Car.
Rod, I know his gate, tis he, villaine thou diert,

Caf. That thrust had bin my enemy indeed,
But that my coate is better then thoų think t t.
I will make proofe of thine.

Rod. 0 I am Naine.
Caf. I am maind I for euer, light ho, murder, murder it

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Enter Othello.
Oth. The voice of Callio, lago keepes his word.
Rod. O villaine that I am.
Oth. Harke tis euen so.
Caf. O helpe ho, light, a surgeon.

Oth. Tis he, O braue Iago, honest and iust,
That haft such noble sence of thy friends wrong,
Thou teachest me ; - minion, your deare lies dead,
And your fate hies apace $; strumpet I come;
Forth of my heart, those charmes thine eyes are blotted,
Thy bed luft-staind, shall with lusts blood be spotted. Ex.
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Enter Lodouico and Gratiano.

Caf. What ho, no watch, no passage, murder, murder.
Grat. Tis some mischance, the cry is very direfull.
Caf. O helpe.
Lod. Harke,
Rod. O wretched villainę.

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

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

Enter Iago with a light.
Lod. Harkę.
Grat. Here's one comes in his shirt, with lights and wea-

pons.
lag. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on mur.

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.

kod.

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