Des. [Singing] I call'd my love false love; but what said he then? Sing willow, willow, willow: If I court moe women, you'll couch with moe men! 60 So get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch; Doth that bode weeping? Emil. "Tis neither here nor there. Des. I have heard it said so. O, these men, these men! Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Em- That there be women do abuse their husbands Emil. There be some such, no question. Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world? Emil. Why, would not you? Des. No, by this heavenly light! Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light; I might do 't as well i' the dark. Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world? Emil. The world's a huge thing: it is a great price For a small vice. Des. In troth, I think thou wouldst not. Emil. In troth, I think I should; and undo 't 71 when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn. nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition; but, for the bor, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you 80 Des. I do not think there is any such woman. us, Or scant our former having in despite, 90 Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace, Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them: they see and And have their palates both for sweet and sour, 100 Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have? Des. Good night, good night: heaven me such uses send, Not to pick bad from bad but by bad mend! [Exeunt. ACT FIFTH SCENE I Cyprus. A street. Enter Iago and Roderigo. Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come: Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home: It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in 't. Iago. Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; [Retires. And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons: 'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies. Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense, 11 And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him, As gifts to Desdemona: It must not be: if Cassio do remain, That makes me ugly; and besides, the Moor 20 May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril: No, he must die. Be't so. I hear him coming. Enter Cassio. Rod. I know his gait; 'tis he. Villain, thou diest! [Makes a pass at Cassio. Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, Rod. [Draws and wounds Roderigo. O, I am slain! [Lago from behind wounds Cassio in the leg, and exit. Cas. I am maim'd for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder! Enter Othello. [Falls. Oth. The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word. Oth. It is even so. 30 Cas. O, help, ho! light! a surgeon! Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead, |