To do the A&, that might the Addition 'earn,
Not the World's Mafs of Vanity could make me.
Fago. I pray you be content; 'tis but his Humour;
The Bufinefs of the State do's him offence.
Def. If 'twere no other.

Fago. It is but fo, I warrant,

Hark how thefe Inftruments fummon to fupper; [Trumpets. The Moflenger of Venice stays the Meat ;

Go in, and weep not; all things fhall be well.

How now, Rodorigo?

Rod. I do not find

[Exeunt Defdemona and Emilia.

Enter Rodorigo.

That thou deal'ft juftly with me.
Fage. What in the contrary?

Rod. Every day thou doft'it me with fome device, Jago, and rather as it feems to me now, keep'ft from me all conveniency, than fupplieft me with the leaft Advantage of hope; I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor am I yet perfwaded to put up in Peace, what already I have foolifhly fuffer'd.

Jago. Will you hear me, Rodorigo?

Rod. I have heard too much; and your words and performances art no kin together.

Jago. You charge me moft unjustly.

Rod. With nought but Truth: I have wafted my felf out of my means. The Jewels you have had from me to deliver Desdemona, would half have corrupted a Votarist. you have told me the hath receiv'd them, and return'd me expectations and comforts of fudden respect, and acquaintance, but I find none.

Jago. Well, go to; very well.

Rod. Very well, go to; I cannot go to, Man, nor 'tis not very well; nay, I think it is fcurvy; and begin to find my felf fob'd in it.

Fago. Very well.

Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well; I will make my self known to Defdemona. If the will return me my Jewels, I will give over my Suit, and repent my unlawful Solicitation. If not, affure your felf, I will feek Satisfaction of you.

Fago.

Jago. You have faid now.

Rod. Ay, and faid nothing but what I proteft intendment of doing.

Jago. Why, now I fee there's Mettle in thee; and event from this inftant do I build on thee a better Opinion than ever before; give me thy Hand, Rodorigo, thou hast taken against me a noft juft Exception; but I proteft I have dealt moft directly in thy Affair....

Rod. It hath not appear'd.

Jago. I grant indeed it hath not appear'd; and your Sufpicion is not without Wit and Judgment. But, Rodorigo, if thou haft that in thee indeed, which I have greater reafon to believe now than ever (I mean, Purpose, Courage, and Valour) this Night fhew it. If thou the next Night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this World with Treachery, and devile Engines for my Life.

Rod. Well; what is it? Is it within reafon and compafs?

Jago. Sir, there is efpecial Commiffion come from Venice to depute Caffio in Othello's place.

Rod. Is that true? Why then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.

Fago. Oh no; he goes into Mauritania, and taketh away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be ingred here by fome accident. Wherein none can be fo determinate, as the removing of Caffio.

Rod. How do you mean removing him?

Jago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place ; knocking out his Brains.

Rod. And that you would have me to do.

Fago. Ay, if you dare do your felf a profit, and a right. He fups to night with a Harlotry; and thither will I go to him. He knows not yet of his honourable Fortune, if you will watch his going thence (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one) you may take him at your Pleasure. I will be near to fecond your Attempt, and he fhall fall between us. Come, ftand not amaz'd at it, but go along with me, I will fhew you fuch a neceffity in his Death, that you shall think your felf bound to put it on him. It is now high fupper time; and the Night grows to wafte. About it.

Rod.

Rod. I will hear further reason for this.

Jago. And you fhall be fatisfied.

[Exeunt.

Enter Othello, Lodovico, Defdemona, Emilia, and

Attendants.

Lod. I do befeech you, Sir, trouble your felf no further. Oth. Oh pardon; 'twill do me good to walk.

Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your Ladiship. Def. Your Honour is moft welcome.

Oth. Will you walk, Sir: Oh Desdemona!

Def. My Lord.

Oth. Get you to bed on th' inftant, I will be return'd forthwith; difmifs your Attendant there; look't be done.

Def. I will, my Lord.

[Exit.

Amil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did. Def. He fays he will return incontinent,

And hath commanded me to go to bed,

And bid me to difmifs you.

Emil. Difmifs me?

Def. It was his biding; therefore good Æmilia, Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu.

We must not now difp'eafe him.

Amil. I would you had never feen him.

Def. So would not I; my love doth fo approve him, That even his Stubbornefs, his Checks, his Frowns, (Prethee unpin me) have grace and favour in them.

Emil. I have laid thofe Sheets you bad me on the Bed. Def. All's one; good Father! how foolish are our Minds?

IfI do die before thee, prethee shroud me
In one of these fame Sheets.

Amil. Come, come; you talk.

Def. My Mother had a Maid call'd Babara,
She was in love; and he the lov'd prov'd mad,
And did for fake her. She had a Song of Willow,
An old thing 'twas, but it exprefs'd her Fortune,
And the dy'd finging it. That Song to Night:
Will not grow from my Mind; I have much to do,
But to go hang my Head all at one fide
And fing it like poor Barbara; prethee dispatch.

Amil. Shall I go fetch your Night gown?
Def. No, unpin me here;

This Lodovico is a proper Man.

Emil. A very handsom Man.
Def. He speaks well.

mil. I know a Lady in Venice would have walk'd bare

foot to Palestine for a touch of his nether Lip.

Def. The poor Soul fat Singing, by a Sycamore Tree.

Sing all a green Willow:

Her Hand on her Bofom, her Head on her Knee,
Sing Willow, Willow, Willow.

[Singing.

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

Her falt Tears fell from her, and softned the Stones;
Sing Willow,

c.

(Lay by these) Willow, Willow. (Prithee high thee, he'll come anon) Sing all a green Willow must be my Garland.

Let no body blame him, his fcorn I approve.

Nay that's not next-Hark who is't that knocks?
Emil. It's the Wind.

Def. I call'd my Love false Love; but what said he then? Sing Willow, &o.

If I court more Women, you'll couch with more Men.
So get thee hone, good night; mine Eyes do itch,
Doth that boad weeping?

Emil. Tis neither here nor there.

Def. I have heard it faid fo; O thefe Men, these Men! Doft thou in Confcience think, tell me Emilia,

That there be Women do abuse their Husbands,

In fuch grofs kind?

Emil. There be fome fuch, no Question.

Def. Would't thou do fuch a deed for all the world.

Amil. Why, would not you?

Def. No, by this Heav'nly Light,

Emil. Nor I neither, by this Heav'nly Light,

I might do't as well i' th' dark.

Def. Would't thou do fuch a deed for all the World? Amil. The World's a huge thing;

It is a great price, for a fmall Vice.

Def. In troth I think thou would'st not.

Emil. In troth I think I fhould, and undo't when I had done. Marry, I would not do fuch a thing for a joint Ring, nor for Meafures of Lawn, nor for Gowns, Petticoats, nor Caps; nor any petty Exhibition. But for all the whole World; why, who would not make her Hufband a Cuckold, to make him a Monarch? I fhould venture Purgatory for't.

Def. Befhrew me, if I would do fuch a wrong For the whole World.

Amil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' th' World; and having the World for your Labour, 'tis a wrong in your own World, and you might quickly make it right. Def. I do not think. there is any fuch Woman.

Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many to th' vantage, as would store the World they plaid for.

But I do think it is their Husbands Faults

If Wives do fall: Say, that they flack their Duties,
And pour our Treafures into foreign Laps,
Or else break out in peevish Jealoufies,
Throwing restraint upon us; or fay they ftrike us,
Or fcant our former having in defpight;

Why we have Galls; and though we have fome Grace,
Yet have we fome Revenge. Let Husbands know,
Their Wives have Senfe like them; they fee and smell,
And their Palats both for fweet and fower,

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 fo too. And have not we Affections?
Defires for sport? and frailty as Men have?
Then let them ufe us well; elle let them know,
The ills we do, their ills inftru&t us too.

Def. Good night; good night; Heav'n me fuch uses fend, Not to pick bad from bad; but by bad, mend.

[Exeunt

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