The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow, &c.

Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones.

Lay by these:

Sing willow, willow, willow;

Prithee, hie thee: he'll come anon.—

Sing all a green willow must be my garland.

II.

Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,—

Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is 't that knocks?
EMIL. It's the wind.

DES. I call'd my love, false love; but what said he then?

Sing willow, &c.

If I court mo women you 'll couch with mo men.

So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch;
Doth that bode weeping?

EMIL.

"T is neither here nor there.

DES. I have heard it said so.-O, these men, these men ! Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Emilia,

That there be women do abuse their husbands

In such gross kind?

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: "T 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, when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a jointring; nor for measures of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition: but, for all 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 labour, 't is a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right.

DES. I do not think there is any such woman.

EMIL. Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage, as would store the world they played for.

But, I do think it is their husbands' faults

If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their duties,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps;

Or else break out in peevish jealousies,

Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us,
Or scant our former having in despite;

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 smell,
And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have. What is it that they do,
When they change us for others? Is it sport?
I think it is: and doth affection breed it?
I think it doth: Is 't frailty that thus errs?
It is so too: And have not we affections?
Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have?
Then, let them use us well: else, let them know,

The ills we do their ills instruct us so.

DES. Good night, good night: Heaven me such uses send, Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend!

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-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.

[Retires to a little distance.

ROD. I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons:— "T is but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he dies.

[Goes to his stand. IAGO. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the seuse,

And he grows angry. Now whether he kill Cassio,

Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,

Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo,

He calls me to a restitution large

Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd from him,

As gifts to Desdemona;

It must not be if Cassio do remain,

He hath a daily beauty in his life

That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor

May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril :
No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming.

Enter CASSIO.

ROD. I know his gait, 't is he :-Villain, thou diest.

[Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at CASSIO.

CAS. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,

But that my coat is better than thou know'st;

I will make proof of thine. [Draws, and wounds RODERIGO.

ROD.

O, I am slain! [IAGO rushes from his post, cuts CASSIO behind in the leg, and exit.

CAS. I am maim'd for ever :-Help, hoa! murther! mur

ther!

Enter OTHELLO, at a distance.

ОTH. The voice of Cassio:-Iago keeps his word.
ROD. O, villain that I am!

Отн.
"T is even so.
CAS. O, help! hoa! light! a surgeon!

[Falls.

OTH. 'T is he;-O brave Iago, honest, and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Thou teachest me :-Minion, your dear lies dead, And your unblest fate hies:-Strumpet, I come : Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted; Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted.

Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance.

[Exit.

CAS. What, hoa! no watch? no passage? murther! murther!

GRA. 'T is some mischance; the voice is very direful.
CAS. O, help!

LOD.

ROD.

Hark!

O wretched villain !

LOD. Two or three groan ;—'t is heavy night. These may be counterfeits; let 's think 't unsafe To come in to the cry without more help.

ROD. Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death.

Enter IAGO.

LOD. Hark!

GRA. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and

weapons.

IAGO. Who's there? whose noise is this that cries on

murther?

LOD. We do not know.

IAGO.

Do you not hear a cry ?

What's the matter?

CAS. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me.
IAGO.

GRA. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.

LOD. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow. IAGO. What are you here that cry so grievously? CAS. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains! Give me some help.

IAGO. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?
CAS. I think that one of them is hereabout,
And cannot make away.

IAGO.

O treacherous villains!—

What are you there? come in, and give some help.

ROD. O, help me here!
CAS. That's one of them.

IAGO.

[To LODOVICO and GRATIANO.

O murtherous slave! O villain !

[IAGO stabs RODERIGO.

ROD. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!

IAGO. Kill men i' the dark!-Where be these bloody

thieves?

How silent is this town! Hoa! murther! murther!

What may you be? are you of good or evil?

LOD. As you shall prove us, praise us.

IAGO.

LOD. He, sir.

Signior Lodovico ?

IAGO. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt by villains.

Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.

Enter BIANCA.

BIAN. What is the matter, hoa? who is 't that cried?
IAGO. Who is 't that cried?

BIAN. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio!

O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio!

IAGO. O notable strumpet !-Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be that have thus mangled you?

CAS. No.

GRA. I am sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek

you.