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Jago. You have faid now.

Rod. Ay, and faid nothing but what I proteft intendment of doing.

Jago. Why, now I fee there's Mettle in thee; and even from this inftant do I build on thee a better Opinion than ever before; give me thy Hand, Rodorigo. Thou haft taken against me a moft juft Exception; but yet I proteft I have dealt moft directly in thy Affair.

Rod. It hath not appear'd.

Jago. I grant indeed it hath not appear'd; and your Sufpicion is not without Wit and Judgment. But, Rodorigo, if thou haft that in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever (I mean, Purpose, Courage, and Valour) this Night fhew it. If thou the next Night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this World with Treachery, and devife Engines for my Life.

Rod. Well; what is it? Is it within reafon and comPafs?

Fago. Sir, there is especial Commiffion come from Venice to depute Caffio in Othello's place.

Rod. Is that true?

return again to Venice.

Why then Othello and Defdemona

Jago. Oh no; he goes into Mauritania, and taketh away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingred here by fome accident. Wherein none can be fo determinate, as the removing of Caffio.

Rod. How do you mean removing him?

Jago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; knocking out his Brains.

Rod. And that you would have me to do.

Jago. Ay, if you dare do your felf a profit, and a right. He fups to night with a Harlotry; and thither will I go to him. He knows not yet of his honourable Fortune, if you will watch his going thence (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one) you may take him at your Pleasure. I will be near to fecond your Attempt, and he fhall fall between us. Come, ftand not amaz'd at it, but go along with me; I will fhew you fuch a neceffity in his Death, that you fhall think your felf bound to put it on him. It is now high fupper time; and the Night grows to wafte. About it.

Red.

Rod. I will hear further reafon for this,

Jago. And you shall be fatisfied.

[Exeunt.

Enter Othello, Lodovico, Defdemona, Æmiliā, and

Attendants.

Lod. I do befeech you, Sir, trouble your felf no further.
Oth. Oh pardon; 'twill do me good to walk.

Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your Ladifhip.
Def. Your Honour is moft welcome.

Oth. Will you walk, Sir: Oh Desdemona !

Def. My Lord.

Oth. Get you to bed on th'inftant, I will be return'd forthwith; difmifs your Attendant there; look't be done.

Def. I will, my Lord.

[Exit.

Amil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did
Def. He fays he will return incontinent,

And hath commanded me to go to bed,

And bid me to difmifs you.

Amil. Difmifs me?

Def. It was his bidding; therefore good Æmilia, Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu.

We must not now displease him.

Æmil. I would you had never seen him.

Def. So would not I; my love doth so approve him, That even his Stubborness, his Checks, his Frowns, (Prethee unpin me) have grace and favour in them.

Amil. I have laid thofe Sheets you bad me on the Bed.' Def. All's one; good Father! how foolish are our Minds?

If I do die before thee, prethee shroud me
In one of thefe fame Sheets.

Emil. Come, come; you talk.

Def. My Mother had a Maid call'd Barbara,
She was in love; and he the lov'd prov'd mad,
And did forfake her. She had a Song of Willow,
An old thing 'twas, but it exprefs'd her Fortune,
And the dy'd finging it. That Song to Night,
Will not grow from my mind; I have much to do,
But to go hang my Head all at one fide
And fing it like poor Barbara; prethee dispatch.

Amil. Shall I go fetch your Night-gown?
Def. No, unpin me here;

This Lodovico is a proper Man.
Emil. A very handfom Man.

Def. He fpeaks well.

Amil. I know a Lady in Venice would have walk'd barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether Lip.

Def. The poor Soul fat Singing, by a Sycamore Tree.

Sing all a green

Willow:

Her Hand on her Bofom, her Head on her Knee,
Sing Willow, Willow, Willow.

The fresh ftreams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ;
Sing Willow, &C.

Her falt Tears fell from her, and foftned the Stones;

Sing Willow, &c.

(Lay by thefe) Willow, Willow. (Prithee high thee, he'll come anon) Sing all a green Willow must be my Garland.

Let no body blame him, his fcorn I approve.
Nay that's not next

Emil. It's the Wind.

Hark who is't that knocks?

[Singings

Def. I call'd my Love falfe Love; but what said he then ? Sing Willow, &c.

If I court more Women, you'll couch with more Men.
So get thee gone, good night; mine Eyes do itch,
Doth that boad weeping?

Amil. 'Tis neither here nor there,

Def. I have heard it faid fo; O thefe men, thefe men!
Doft thou in Confcience think, tell me Æmilia,
That there be Women do abuse their Husbands,
In fuch grofs kind?

Emil. There be fome fuch, no Question.
Def. Would'ft thou do fuch a deed for all the world.
Amil. Why, would not you?

Def. No, by this Heav'nly Light.

Emil. Nor I neither, by this Heav'nly Light,

I might do't as well i'th' dark.

Def. Would't thou do fuch a deed for all the World?
Emil. The World's a huge thing;

It is a great price, for a fmall Vice.

Def. In troth I think thou would't not.

Emil. In troth I think I fhould, and undo't when I had done. Marry, I would not do fuch a thing for a joint Ring, nor for Measures of Lawn, nor for Gowns, PettiBut for all coats, nor Caps, nor any petty Exhibition. the whole World; why, who would not make her Hufband a Cuckold, to make him a Monarch? I fhould venture Purgatory for't.

Def. Befhrew me, if I would do fuch a wrong

For the whole World.

Amil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th' World; and having the World for your Labour, 'tis a wrong in your own World, and you might quickly make it right.

Def. I do not think there is any fuch Woman.

Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many to th' vantage, as would ftore the World they plaid for.

But I do think it is their Husbands Faults

If Wives do fall: Say, that they flack their Duties,
And pour our Treafures into foreign Laps,
Or else break out in peevish Jealoufies,
Throwing restraint upon us; or fay they ftrike us,
Or fcant our former having in defpight;

Why we have Galls; and though we have fome Grace,
Yet have we fome Revenge. Let Husbands know,
Their Wives have Senfe like them; they fee and fmell,
And have their Palats both for fweet and fower,
As Husbands have. What is it that they do,
When they change us for others? Is it fport?
I think it is; and doth Affection breed it ?
I think it doth Is't frailty that thus errs?
It is fo too. And have not we Affections?
Defires for fport? and frailty as Men have?
Then let them ufe us well; elfe let them know,
The ills we do, their ills inftru& us too.

Def. Good night, good night; Heav'n me fuch ufes fend, Not to pick bad from bad; but by bad, mend.

[Exeunt

ACT

ACT V.
V. SCENE I.

SCENE The Street.

Enter Jago, and Rodorigo.

Fago. HERE, ftand 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 moft firm thy Refolution.

Rod. Be near at Hand, I may miscarry in't.
Jago. Here, at thy hand; behold, and take thy ftand.
Rod. I have no great Devotion to the Deed,
And yet he hath given me fatisfying Reafons;
'Tis but a Man gone. Forth my Sword; he dies.
Jago. I have rub'd this young Quat almoft to the fenfe,
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Caffie,
Or Caffio him, or each do kill the other,

Every way makes my Gain. Live Rodorigo,
He calls me to a reftitution large

Of Gold, and Jewels, that I bob'd from him,
As Gifts to Desdemona.

It must not be. If Caffio do remain,

He hath a daily Beauty in his Life,

That makes me ugly; and befides the Moor

May unfold me to him; there ftand I in much Peril;

No, he muft die. But fo, I hear him coming. [Exit Jago. Enter Caffio.

Rod. I know his Gate, 'tis he: Villain thou dyeft.

[He runs at Caffio, and wounds him. Caf. That thrust had been mine Enemy indeed, But that my Coat is better than thou know'ft:

I will make proof of thine.

Rod. Oh, I am flain.

Caf. I am maim'd for ever; Help hoa! Murther, murther!

[Fight, and both fall.

Enter

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