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Def. My Lord.

Oth. Get you to bed on th’ instant, I will be returned forthwith ; dismiss your attendant there; look it be done.

[Exit. Def. I will, my Lord.

Æmil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than
he did.

Des. He says he will return incontinent ;
And hath commanded me to go to bed,
And bid me to dismiss

you.
Æmil. Dismiss me?

Def. It was his bidding; therefore, good Æmilia,
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu.
We must not now displease him.

Æmil. I would you had never seen him !

Def. So would not I; my love doth soapprove him,
That even his stubbornness, his checks, and frowns,
(Pr'ythee, unpin me) have grace and favour in them.
&mil. I have laid thole sheets you bade me on
the bed.

[our minds !
Dof. All's one: good Father ! how foolish'arc
If I do die before thee, pr’ythee, shroud me
In one of these fame sheets.

Æmil. Come, come; you talk.

Def. My mother had a maid called Barbara,
She was in love; and he she loved, proved mad,
And did forsake her. She had a fong of willow,
An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
And she died finging it. That fong to-night
Will not go

from
my

I've much ado,
But to go hang my head all at one fide,
And fing it like poor Barbara. Priythee, dispatch.

Æmil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
Def. No, unpin me here;
This Lodovico is a proper man.
Emil. A

very

handfome man. VOL. XII.

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mind;

Def. He speaks well.

Æmil. I know a lady in Venice would have
walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his ne-
ther lip.
Def. “ The poor soul fat singing by a fycamore-
tree,

[Singing
Sing all a green willow :
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,

“ Sing willow, willow, willow:
“ The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd
Sing willow, &c.

[her moans; “ Her falt tears fell from her and softned the stones;

Sing willow, doc. “ Willow, willow, óc.(Pr'ythee, hye thee, he'll come anon.)

“ Sing alla green willow must be my garland. “ Let no body blame him, his scorn ( approve." Nay that's not next Hark, who is it that knocks?

Æmil. It's the wind.
Def. “ I called my love false love; but what

Sing willow, ec. [faid he then? “ If I court more women, you'll couch with more

os men.”
So, get thee gone, good night; mine eyes do itch,
Doth that bode weeping?

Emil. 'Tis neither here nor there.
Def. I have heard it faid fo; oh these men,

these men !
Dost thou in conscience think, tell me, Æmilia,
'That there be women do abuse their husbands
In such grofs kind ?

Æmil. There be some such, no question.

Def. Wouldīt thou do such a deed for all the world?

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Æmil. Why, would not you?
Def. No, by this heavenly light.

Æmil. Nor I neither, by this heavenly light:
I might do't as well i'th' dark.

Def. Woulust thou do such a deed for all the world?

Æmil. The world is a huge thing;
It is a great price, for a small vice.

Def. In troth I think thou wouldit not.

Æmil. 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 all the whole world; why, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for't.

Def. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong For the whole world.,

Æmil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong ith world; and having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right. (49)

Des. I do not think there is any such woman.

Æmil. Yes, a dozen; and as many to th' vantage,
Would store the world they played for. [as
But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults,
If wives do fall : say, that they Nack their duties,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps ;

(42) Ard, having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in Your own world, ana you might quickly make it right.) ! am mistaken, if by this sentiment the Author did not intend to sidicule the opinion of those philosophers, who bold, that right and wrong are of fo arbitrary natures, that God, confiltently with his attributes, may authorize injustice. For, because it becomes injustice only by his will, it ceases to be fo when that will is altered.

Mr W'arburtoli.

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Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
Throwing restraint on us; or fay, they strike us,
Or fcant our former having in despight; [grace,
Why, we have galls, and though we have some
Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know,
Their wives have fenfe like them; they see and

smell,
And have their pałates both for sweet and four,
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 fo too. And have we not affections?
Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have?
Then let them ufe us well; else let them know,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.
Def. Good-night, good-night; Heaven me such

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

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come:

I AGO. HERE, stand behind this bulk. Straight will he. 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.

lago. Here at thy hand; be bold and take thy

sword. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed, Yet he hath given me fatisfying reasons; 'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword; he dies.

[Stands apart. lago. I've rubbed this young knot almost to the

sense, (50) And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Callio, Or Caffio him, or each do kill the other, Every way makes my gain. Live Rodorigo, He calls me to a restitution large Of gold and jewels, that I bob'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 peril ; No, he must die. Be it so; I hear him coming.

(50) I've rubbed this young goat almost 10 the rense,

And he grows angry.) The rubbing a gnat to sense, is, I believe, an experiment that never was communicated even to the Royal Society. The leaft frication, on the contrary, would not only rub him out of all sense, but out of life into the bargain. The old Quartos have it quat : a word, which, I confefs, I am absolutely a stranger to. I have ventured to conjecture,

I've rubbed this young knot, &c. The knat, or knot, is a small bird, plentiful with us in Lina colnthire and Lancashire ; which took its name, as Camden fays, from its being a delicious morsel with King Canute, who was likewise called Knout. This bird, being once taken, as Germer tells us, is above all others tame and tractable. In this respect it forts with Rodorigo's character, an easy, manageable cully. And, again, as he is amorous in his pursuit, so this bird is of the species of those que clunes agitant. It is called by some of the Latin wriers, sinclus.

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