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Emil. In 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, Petti.
But for all coats, nor Caps, nor any petty Exhibition. the whole world; why, who would not make her Husband a Cuckold, to make him a Monarch? I should venture Purgatory fort.
Def. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong For the whole World.
Æmil. 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.
Des. I do not think there is any such Woman.
Amil. 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 sack their Duties, And pour our Treasures into foreign Laps, Or else break out in peevith 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 Husbands know, Their Wives have Sense like them; they see and smell, And have their Palats both for sweet and sower, 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 ? Defires for fport ? and frailey as Men have? Then let them use us well; else let them know, The ills we do, their ills inftru& us too.
Des. Good night, good night ; Heav'n me such uses send, Not to pick bad from bad; bus by bad, menda [Exeunt,
A CT v.
V. SCEN E I.
Enter Jago, and Rodorigo.
Wear thy good Rapier bare, and put it home;
Rod. Be near at Hind, I may miscarry in't.
Rod. I have no great Devotion to the Deed,
Jago. I have rub'd this young Quat almost to the sense,
[He runs at Cassio, and wounds him.
[Fight, and both fall. Caf. I am maim'd for ever ; Help hoa ! Murther, murther !
Enter Othello, above at a Window.
Oih. 'Tis he! O brave Jago, honest and just,
[Exit Othello. Enter Lodovico, and Gratiano. Caf. What hol No Watch No Passage? Murther, Mur.
Gra. 'Tis fome Mischance, the Voice is very direful.
Lod. Two or three groan. 'Tis heavy Night ;
Enter Jago, in his Shirt.
Gra. Here's one comes in his Shirt, with Light, and Wea. pons.
Jago. Who's there?
Lod. We do not know.
Fago. What are you here, that cry fo grievously?
. Jago? Oh I am fpoild, undone by Villains Give me some Help.
Jago. O me, Lieutenant ! What Villains have done this? Vol. V.
Caf. I think that one of them is hereabout,
Jago. Oh treacherous Villains !
Rod. O help me there.
Jago. Kill Men i’th dark? Where be these bloody
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Jago. Marry Heav'n forbid:
Bian. Oh my dear Caffio.
Fago. O notable Strumpet. Caffio, may you suspect
Jago. Lend me a Garter. SomOh for a Chair
Bian. Alas he faints. Oh Cafho, Caffio, Caffio.
Fago. Gentlemen all, I do fulpect this Traih
Jago. Even he, Sir: did you know him?
Jago. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle Pardoo:
Gra. I am glad to see you.
Fago. He, he, 'tis he: Oh that's well said, the Chair.
Caf. None in the World; nor do I know the Man.
Fago. What look you pale? Oh bear him out o'th' Air. Stay you good Gentk men. Look you pale, Mistress? Do you perceive the Gaftness of her Eye? [To Bianca. Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon. Behold her well, I pray you look upon her, Do you see, Gentlemen Nay, Guiltiness will speak, Though Tongues were out of use.
Amil. Alas, what is the Matter
Jago. Caffio hath here been set on in the Dark
Æmil. Alas, good Gentleman! Alas, good Caffio !
Jago. That is the fruits of whoring. Prithee Æmilia,
Bian. He fupt at my House, but I therefore shake not:
Bian. I am no Strumpet, but of Life as honest,
Æmil. As I Fie upon thee, i