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 husbands' faults, If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their duties, 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, 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! [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: And fix most firm thy resolution. Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. sword. Iago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy [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, 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, Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd from him, It must not be: if Cassio do remain, He hath a daily beauty in his life, That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor Enter CASSIO. Rod. I know his gait, 'tis 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 think'st; I will make proof of thine. Rod. O, I am slain ! [Draws, and wounds RODERIGO. [IAGO rushes from his post, cuts CASSIO behind in the leg, and exit. Cas. I am main'd for ever:-Help, ho! murder! murder! Enter OTHELLO, at a distance. [Falls. Oth. The voice of Cassio :-Iago keeps his word. Oth. Hark! 'tis even so. Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon! Oth. 'Tis 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 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 spotted. [Exit OTHELLO. Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder! Lod. Two or three groans;-it is a heavy night : These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe To come in to the cry, without more help. Rod. No body come? then shall I bleed to death. Lod. Hark! Enter IAGO, with a light. Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder? Lod. We do not know. Iago. Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. Iago. What's the matter? Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? And cannot make away. Iago. O treacherous villains!— What are you there? come in, and give some help. [To LODOVICO and GRATIANO. Rod. O, help me here! |