Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve him, That even his stubbornnefs, his checks, and frowns, Pr'ythee, unpin me, have grace and favour in them. Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed. Des. All's one: Good father! how foolish are our minds! If I do die before thee, pr'ythee, shroud me Emil. Come, come, you talk, Des. My mother had a maid, call'd — Bar bara; She was in love; and he, she lov'd, prov'd mad, 1 And did forsake her: she had a song of wil low, An old thing 'twas, but it exprefs'd her for tune, And she dy'd singing it: That song, to-night, Will not go from my mind; I have much to do, But to go hang my head all at one side, And sing it like poor Barbara. Pr'ythee, dispatch. Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? Des. No, unpin me here. This Lodovico is a proper man. Emil. A very handsome man. Des. And he speaks well. Emil. I know a lady in Venice, would have walk'd barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip. Des. 1 Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow; [singing. Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow: The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans; Sing willow, etc. Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones; Lay by these: Sing willow, willow, willow; Pr'ythee, hye thee; he'll come anon. Sing all a green willow must be my gar lánd. Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,Nay, that's not next. knocks? Emil. It is the wind. Hark! who is it that Des. I call'd my love, false love; but what said he then? Sing willow, etc. 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. "Tis neither here nor there. Des. I have heard it said so. O, these men, tell me, Emi That there be women do abuse their husbands In such grofs kind? Emil. There be some such, no, question. Des. Would'st 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. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world? Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great price For a small vice. Des. Good troth, I think thou would'st not. Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and undo't, 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 labour, 'tis 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 play'd for. But, I do think, it is their busbands' faults, Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us, Or scant our former having in despight; Why, we have galls; and, though we have some grace, Yet have we some revenge. Let hushands know, Their wives have sense like them: they see, and smell, As husbands have. And have their palates both for sweet and sour, Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such usage send, Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! [Exeunt. ACT V. т 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 el bow: 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 sword. [retires to a little distance. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he has given me satisfying reasons: 'Tis but a man gone: dies. forth, my sword; he [goes to his stand. |