Enter OTHELLO, LODOVICO, DESDEMONA,
EMILIA and ATTENDANTS.
1 I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.
2 O, pardon me: 'twill do me good to walk.
3 Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship.
4 Your honor is most welcome.
4 Will you walk, sir?
6 My lord?
7 Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned
8 forthwith Dismiss your attendant there.
9 Look it be done.
10 I will, my lord.
Exeunt [Othello, Lodovico, and Attendants].
11 How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.
12 He says he will return incontinent:
13 He hath commanded me to go to bed,
14 And bade me to dismiss you.
14 Dismiss me?
15 It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia,
16 Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
17 We must not now displease him.
18 I would you had never seen him!
19 So would not I. My love doth so approve him,
20 That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns
21 Prithee, unpin me,have grace and favor in them.
22 I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.
23 All's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds!
24 If I do die before thee, prithee shroud me
25 In one of those same sheets.
25 Come, come you talk.
26 My mother had a maid call'd Barbary:
27 She was in love, and he she loved proved mad
28 And did forsake her: she had a song of "Willow,"
29 An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
30 And she died singing it. That song tonight
31 Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
32 But to go hang my head all at one side,
33 And sing it like poor Barbary. Prithee, dispatch.
34 Shall I go fetch your nightgown?
34 No, unpin me here.
35 This Lodovico is a proper man.
36 A very handsome man.
37 He speaks well.
38 I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot
39 to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.
40 "The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
41 Sing all a green willow:
42 Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
43 Sing willow, willow, willow:
44 The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;
45 Sing willow, willow, willow;
46 Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;
47 Sing willow"
48 Lay by these:
49 "willow, willow";
50 Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon:
51 "Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
52 Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,"
53 Nay, that's not next.Hark! who is't that knocks?
54 It's the wind.
55 "I call'd my love false love; but what said he then?
56 Sing willow, willow, willow:
57 If I court moe women, you'll couch with moe men."
58 So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch;
59 Doth that bode weeping?
59       'Tis neither here nor there.
60 I have heard it said so. O, these men, these men!
61 Dost thou in conscience think,tell me, Emilia,
62 That there be women do abuse their husbands
63 In such gross kind?
63 There be some such, no question.
64 Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
65 Why, would not you?
65 No, by this heavenly light!
66 Nor I neither by this heavenly light;
67 I might do't as well i' the dark.
68 Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
69 The world's a huge thing: it is a great price
70 For a small vice.
70 Good troth, I think thou wouldst not.
71 In troth, I think I should; and undo't when I had
72 done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a
73 joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for
74 gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty
75 exhibition; but for all the whole world,'ud's pity,
76 who would not make her husband a cuckold to make
77 him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for't.
78 Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong
79 For the whole world.
80 Why the wrong is but a wrong i' the world: and
81 having the world for your labor, tis a wrong in your
82 own world, and you might quickly make it right.
83 I do not think there is any such woman.
84 Yes, a dozen; and as many to th' vantage as would
85 store the world they played for.
86 But I do think it is their husbands' faults
87 If wives do fall: say that they slack their duties,
88 And pour our treasures into foreign laps,
89 Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
90 Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,
91 Or scant our former having in despite;
92 Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace,
93 Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know
94 Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell
95 And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
96 As husbands have. What is it that they do
97 When they change us for others? Is it sport?
98 I think it is: and doth affection breed it?
99 I think it doth: is't frailty that thus errs?
100 It is so too: and have not we affections,
101 Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?
102 Then let them use us well: else let them know,
103 The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.
104 Good night, good night. God me such uses send,
105 Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend!