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's a huge thing:

It is a great price for a small vice.

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DES. In troth, I think thou would'st not.
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,
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.

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EMIL. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i̇' 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 have we 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?

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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 so.

DES. Good night, good night: Heaven me such uses send,

Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend! [exeunt.

ACT V

SCENE I. Cyprus. 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.

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 stand.

ROD. I have no great devotion to the deed;

[retires.

And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons: 'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my Sword! he dies. 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,

He calls me to a restitution large

Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd 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.

1 pimple, contemptible fellow.

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Enter CASSIO.

ROD. I know his gait, 'tis he.-Villain, thou diest!
[makes a pass at CASSIO.

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

ROD.

[draws, and wounds RODERIGO.

O, I am slain !

[IAGO from behind wounds CASSIO in
the leg, and exit.

CAS. I am maim'd for ever! Help, ho! murder!

murder!

Enter OTHELLO.

[falls.

Отн. The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word.
ROD. O, villain that I am!

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CAS. O, help, ho! light! a surgeon !
OTн. "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 unblest fate hies: 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.

Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO.

CAS. What, ho! no watch? no passage ?1 murder !

murder!

GRA. "Tis some mischance; the voice is very direful.

CAS. O, help!

LOD. Hark!

ROD. O wretched Villain!

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LOD. Two or three groan. It is a heavy2 night.

These may be counterfeits: let's think 't unsafe
To come in to the cry without more help.
ROD. Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death.
LOD. Hark!

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

ACT V
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ACT V

Sc. I

Re-enter IAGO, with a light.

IAGO. Who's there? whose noise is this that cries on

murder?

LOD. We do not know.

IAGO.

Did not you 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.
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.

[to LODOVICO and GRATIANO.

ROD. O, help me here!

CAS. That's one of them.
IAGO.

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O murderous Slave! O Villain!

[stabs RODERIGO.

ROD. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman Dog!

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.

IAGO. Signior Lodovico?

LOD. He, Sir.

IAGO. I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.

GRA. Cassio!

IAGO. How is 't, Brother?

CAS. My leg is cut in two.

IAGO.

Marry, Heaven forbid!

Light, Gentlemen! I'll bind it with my shirt.

Enter BIANCA.

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

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IAGO. 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.

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GRA. I am sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek

you.

IAGO. Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,

To bear him easily hence!

BIAN. Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
IAGO. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash

To be a party in this injury.

Patience awhile, 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.

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Know him! ay.

IAGO. 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.

LAGO. How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!

GRA. Roderigo!

IAGO. He, he, 'tis he! [A chair brought in.] O, that's well said; the chair.

Some good man bear him carefully from hence;

I'll fetch the General's surgeon. [to BIANCA.] For you, Mistress,

Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio,
Was my dear friend: what malice was between you?
CAS. None in the world; nor do I know the man.
IAGO [to BIANCA.] What, look you pale? O, bear him

out o' the air. [CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off.
Stay you, good Gentlemen. Look you pale, Mistress?
Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?
Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.
Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her:

ACT V

Sc. I