Des. He speaks well. Emil. I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. 40 Des. [Singing] The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd Sing willow, willow, willow; Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones; Lay by these: [Singing] Sing willow, willow, willow; Prithee, hie thee; he 'll come anon: 50 [Singing] Sing all a green willow must be my garland. Let nobody blame him; his scorn I ap prove, Nay, that's not next. Hark! who is 't that knocks? Emil. It's the wind. 41, &c.; the original of Desdemona's song is to be found in Percy's Reliques under the title of "A Lover's Complaint, being forsaken of his Love," where the plaintive lover is a man.-I. G. 41. "sighing"; Ff., "singing"; Q. 3, "singhing"; F. 1, (Dev.) "sining."-I. G. 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 ilia, 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 whole world,-why, who would not make her husband a cuckold to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for 't. Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world. Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' the world; and having the world for your labor, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right. 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: Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow: It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, And fix most firm thy resolution. 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 Cassio, Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him, |