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 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 we have 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 to.

Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such
usage send,

Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend!

(1) Our former allowance of expense.

Sensation.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.—A street. Enter Iago and Roderigo.

lago. 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 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:-forth, my sword; he dies. [Goes to his stand.

Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense.2

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'd3 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, 'tis he ;-Villain, thou diest. [Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at Cassio.

(1) Unsheathed.

(2) To the quick.

(3) Fished.

Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou think'st; I will make proof of thine.

Rod.

[Draws, and wounds Roderigo. 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, ho! murder! murder!

[Falls.

Enter Othello, at a distance.

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

Oth.

Hark! 'tis even so. Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon!

Oth. 'Tis he;-O brave lago, honest, and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Thou teachest me,-Minion, your dear lies dead, And your fate hies apace Strumpet, I come: Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;

Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be [Exit Othello.

spotted.

Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance.

Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage?? murder! murder!

Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry very direful.

Cas. O, help!

Lod.

Rod.

Hark!

O wretched villain!

Lod. Two or three groans;-it is a heavy3 night; These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe

(1) Out.

(2) No passengers.

(3) Thick, cloudy.

To come in to the cry, without more help.
Rod. Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death.

Enter Iago, with a light.

Lod. Hark!

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

lago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder?

Lod. We do not know.

lago.

Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. lago. What's the matter? 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 murderous slave! O villain;

[lago stabs Roderigo.

Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!— O! O! O!

Iago. Kill men i'the dark;-Where be these bloody thieves?

How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! murder!
What may you be? are you of good, or evil?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.

Signior Lodovico?

I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt

Lod. He, sir.

Iago.

lago.

Iago.

How is it, brother?

Iago.

Marry, heaven forbid !—

Cas. My leg is cut in two.

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

Enter Bianca.

Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?

lago. 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.

lago. Lend me a garter: So.-O, for a chair, To bear him easily hence!

Bian. Alas, he faints:-O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio!

Tago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury.

Patience a while, good Cassio.-Come, come; Lend me a light. Know we this face, or no? Alas! my friend; and my dear countryman, Roderigo? no:-Yes, sure; O heaven! Roderigo. Gra What, of Venice?

Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him?

Gra. Know him? ay. Jago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you.

Gra.

I am glad to see you.

Iago. How do you, Cassio?-O, a chair, a chair! Gra. Roderigo!