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Othello: Act 4, Scene 3

Othello
Act 4, Scene 3

Cyprus. Another room in the castle.

  1. Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia, and Attendants.

Lodovico

2
  1. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.

Othello

3
  1. O, pardon me; ’twill do me good to walk.

Lodovico

4
  1. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship.

Desdemona

5
  1. Your honor is most welcome.

Othello

6 - 7
  1.                             Will you walk, sir?
  2. O, Desdemona!

Desdemona

8
  1. My lord?

Othello

9 - 10
  1. Get you to bed on th’ instant, I will be return’d forthwith.
  2. Dismiss your attendant there. Look’t be done.

Desdemona

11 - 12
  1. I will, my lord.
  2. Exeunt Othello, Lodovico, and Attendants.

Emilia

13
  1. How goes it now? He looks gentler than he did.

Desdemona

14 - 16
  1. He says he will return incontinent,
  2. And hath commanded me to go to bed,
  3. And bid me to dismiss you.

Emilia

17
  1.                            Dismiss me?

Desdemona

18 - 20
  1. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia,
  2. Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu.
  3. We must not now displease him.

Emilia

21
  1. I would you had never seen him!

Desdemona

22 - 24
  1. So would not I. My love doth so approve him,
  2. That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns
  3. Prithee unpin mehave grace and favor in them.

Emilia

25
  1. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.

Desdemona

26 - 28
  1. All’s one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds!
  2. If I do die before thee, prithee shroud me
  3. In one of these same sheets.

Emilia

29
  1.                              Come, come; you talk.

Desdemona

30 - 37
  1. My mother had a maid call’d Barbary;
  2. She was in love, and he she lov’d prov’d mad,
  3. And did forsake her. She had a song of Willow,”
  4. An old thing ’twas, but it express’d her fortune,
  5. And she died singing it. That song tonight
  6. Will not go from my mind; I have much to do
  7. But to go hang my head all at one side
  8. And sing it like poor Barbary. Prithee dispatch.

Emilia

38
  1. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?

Desdemona

39 - 40
  1.                                   No, unpin me here.
  2. This Lodovico is a proper man.

Emilia

41
  1. A very handsome man.

Desdemona

42
  1. He speaks well.

Emilia

43 - 44
  1. I know a lady in Venice would have walk’d barefoot to
  2. Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.

Desdemona

45 - 61
  1. Singing.
  2. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
  3. Sing all a green willow;
  4. Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
  5. Sing willow, willow, willow.
  6. The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur’d her moans,
  7. Sing willow, willow, willow;
  8. Her salt tears fell from her, and soft’ned the stones,
  9. Sing willow”—
  10. Lay by these
  11. Singing.
  12. “— willow, willow”—
  13. Prithee hie thee; he’ll come anon
  14. Singing.
  15. Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
  16. Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve”—
  17. Nay, that’s not next. Hark, who is’t that knocks?

Emilia

62
  1. It’s the wind.

Desdemona

63 - 68
  1. Singing.
  2. I call’d my love false love; but what said he then?
  3. Sing willow, willow, willow;
  4. If I court more women, you’ll couch with more men.”—
  5. So get thee gone, good night. Mine eyes do itch;
  6. Doth that bode weeping?

Emilia

69
  1.                         ’Tis neither here nor there.

Desdemona

70 - 73
  1. I have heard it said so. O, these men, these men!
  2. Dost thou in conscience thinktell me, Emilia
  3. That there be women do abuse their husbands
  4. In such gross kind?

Emilia

74
  1.                     There be some such, no question.

Desdemona

75
  1. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?

Emilia

76
  1. Why, would not you?

Desdemona

77
  1.                     No, by this heavenly light!

Emilia

78 - 79
  1. Nor I neither by this heavenly light;
  2. I might do’t as well i’ th’ dark.

Desdemona

80
  1. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?

Emilia

81 - 82
  1. The world’s a huge thing; it is a great price
  2. For a small vice.

Desdemona

83
  1. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not.

Emilia

84 - 89
  1. By my troth, I think I should, and undo’t when I had done’t.
  2. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint-ring, nor for
  3. measures of lawn, nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor
  4. any petty exhibition; but, for all the whole world’ud’s
  5. pity, who would not make her husband a cuckold to make him a
  6. monarch? I should venture purgatory for’t.

Desdemona

90 - 91
  1. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong
  2. For the whole world.

Emilia

92 - 94
  1. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i’ th’ world; and having the
  2. world for your labor, ’tis a wrong in your own world, and
  3. you might quickly make it right.

Desdemona

95
  1. I do not think there is any such woman.

Emilia

96 - 115
  1. Yes, a dozen; and as many to th’ vantage as would store the
  2. world they play’d for.
  3. But I do think it is their husbands’ faults
  4. If wives do fall. Say that they slack their duties,
  5. And pour our treasures into foreign laps;
  6. Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
  7. Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,
  8. Or scant our former having in despite:
  9. Why, we have galls; and though we have some grace,
  10. Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know
  11. Their wives have sense like them; they see, and smell,
  12. And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
  13. As husbands have. What is it that they do
  14. When they change us for others? Is it sport?
  15. I think it is. And doth affection breed it?
  16. I think it doth. Is’t frailty that thus errs?
  17. It is so too. And have not we affections,
  18. Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?
  19. Then let them use us well; else let them know,
  20. The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.

Desdemona

116 - 117
  1. Good night, good night. God me such uses send,
  2. Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend.
  1. Exeunt.
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