| EMILIA |
How goes it now? he looks
gentler than he did. |
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| DESDEMONA |
He says he will return
incontinent: |
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He hath commanded me to go
to bed, |
|
| |
And bade me to dismiss
you. |
15 |
| EMILIA |
Dismiss me! |
|
| DESDEMONA |
It was his bidding:
therefore, good Emilia,. |
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| |
Give me my nightly wearing,
and adieu: |
|
| |
We must not now displease
him. |
|
| EMILIA |
I would you had never seen
him! |
20 |
| DESDEMONA |
So would not I my love doth
so approve him, |
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| |
That even his stubbornness,
his cheques, his frowns-- |
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| |
Prithee, unpin me,--have
grace and favour in them. |
|
| EMILIA |
I have laid those sheets
you bade me on the bed. |
|
| DESDEMONA |
All's one. Good faith, how
foolish are our minds! |
25 |
| |
If I do die before thee
prithee, shroud me |
|
| |
In one of those same
sheets. |
|
| EMILIA |
Come, come you
talk. |
|
| DESDEMONA |
My mother had a maid call'd
Barbara: |
|
| |
She was in love, and he she
loved proved mad |
30 |
| |
And did forsake her: she
had a song of 'willow;' |
|
| |
An old thing 'twas, but it
express'd her fortune, |
|
| |
And she died 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, |
35 |
| |
And sing it like poor
Barbara. Prithee, dispatch. |
|
| EMILIA |
Shall I go fetch your
night-gown? |
|
| DESDEMONA |
No, unpin me
here. |
|
| |
This Lodovico is a proper
man. |
|
| EMILIA |
A very handsome
man. |
40 |
| DESDEMONA |
He speaks well. |
|
| EMILIA |
I know a lady in Venice
would have walked barefoot |
|
| |
to Palestine for a touch of
his nether lip. |
|
| DESDEMONA |
[Singing.] The poor soul sat singing by a
sycamore tree. |
|
| |
Sing all a green
willow: |
|
| |
Her hand on her bosom, her
head on her knee, |
45 |
| |
Sing willow, willow,
willow: |
|
| |
The fresh streams ran by
her, and murmur'd her moans; |
|
| |
Sing willow, willow,
willow; |
|
| |
Her salt tears fell from
her, and soften'd the stones; |
|
| |
Lay by these:-- |
50 |
| |
[Singing]. |
|
| |
Sing willow, willow,
willow; |
|
| |
Prithee, hie thee; he'll
come anon: -- |
|
| |
[Singing.] |
|
| |
Sing all a green willow
must be my garland. |
|
| |
Let nobody
blame him; his scorn I approve, -- |
|
| |
Nay, that's not next.--
Hark! who is't that knocks? |
55 |
| EMILIA |
It's the wind. |
|
| DESDEMONA |
[Singing.] I called my love false
love; |
|
| |
but what said he
then? |
|
| |
Sing willow, willow,
willow: |
|
| |
If I court moe women,
you'll couch with moe men! |
|
| |
So, get thee gone; good
night Ate eyes do itch; |
60 |
| |
Doth that bode
weeping? |
|
| EMILIA |
'Tis neither here nor
there. |
|
| DESDEMONA |
I have heard it said so. O,
these men, these men! |
|
| |
Dost thou in conscience
think, -- tell me, Emilia, -- |
|
| |
That there be women do
abuse their husbands |
65 |
| |
In such gross
kind? |
|
| EMILIA |
There be some such, no
question. |
|
| DESDEMONA |
Wouldst thou do such a deed
for all the world? |
|
| EMILIA |
Why, would not
you? |
|
| DESDEMONA |
No, by this heavenly
light! |
70 |
| EMILIA |
Nor I neither by this
heavenly light; |
|
| |
I might do't as well i' the
dark. |
|
| DESDEMONA |
Wouldst thou do such a deed
for all the world? |
|
| EMILIA |
The world's a huge thing:
it is a great price. |
|
| |
For a small
vice. |
75 |
| DESDEMONA |
In troth, I think thou
wouldst not. |
|
| EMILIA |
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, petticoats, nor
caps, nor any petty |
80 |
| |
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. |
|
| DESDEMONA |
Beshrew me, if I would do
such a wrong |
|
| |
For the whole
world. |
85 |
| EMILIA |
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. |
|
| DESDEMONA |
I do not think there is any
such woman. |
|
| EMILIA |
Yes, a dozen; |
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