［Another
  room
  In
  the
  castle．
  Enter
  OTHELLO
  ，
  LODOVICO，DESDEMONA，
  EMILIA
  and
  Attendants］
  LODOVICO
  I
  do
  beseech
  you，
  sir，
  trouble
  yourself
  no
  further．
  OTHELLO
  O，
  pardon
  me：’twill
  do
  me
  good
  to
  walk．
  LODOVICO
  Madam，
  good
  night；
  I
  humbly
  thank
  your
  ladyship．
  DESDEMONA
  Your
  honour
  is
  most
  welcome．
  OTHELLO
  Will
  you
  walk，sir？
  O，——Desdemona，——
  DESDEMONA
  My
  lord？
  OTHELLO
  Get
  you
  to
  bed
  on
  the
  instant；
  I
  will
  be
  returned
  forthwith：dismiss
  your
  attendant
  there：look
  it
  be
  done．
  DESDEMONA
  I
  will，
  my
  lord．
  ［Exeunt
  OTHELLO，
  LODOVICO，
  and
  Attendants］
  EMILIA
  How
  goes
  it
  now？
  he
  looks
  gentler
  than
  he
  did．
  DESDEMONA
  He
  says
  he
  will
  return
  incontinent：
  He
  hath
  commanded
  me
  to
  go
  to
  bed，
  And
  bade
  me
  to
  dismiss
  you．
  EMILIA
  Dismiss
  me！
  DESDEMONA
  It
  was
  his
  bidding：
  therefore，
  good
  Emilia，
  Give
  me
  my
  nightly
  wearing，
  and
  adieu：
  We
  must
  not
  now
  displease
  him．
  EMILIA
  I
  would
  you
  had
  never
  seen
  him！
  DESDEMONA
  So
  would
  not
  I
  my
  love
  doth
  so
  approve
  him，
  That
  even
  his
  stubbornness，
  his
  cheques，
  his
  frowns——
  Prithee，
  unpinme，——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！
  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
  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，
  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．
  DESDEMONA
  He
  speaks
  well．
  EMILIA
  I
  know
  a
  lady
  in
  Venice
  would
  have
  walked
  barefoot
  to
  Palestine
  fora
  touch
  of
  his
  netherlip．
  DESDEMONA
  ［Singing］
  The
  poor
  soul
  sat
  sighing
  by
  a
  sycamore
  tree，
  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
  her
  moans；
  Sing
  willow，willow，willow；
  Her
  salt
  tears
  fell
  from
  her，
  and
  soften’d
  the
  stones；
  Lay
  by
  these：——
  ［Singing］
  Sing
  willow，
  willow，
  willow；
  Prithee，
  hiethee；
  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？
  EMILIA
  It’s
  the
  wind．
  DESDEMONA
  ［Singing］
  I
  call’d
  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；
  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
  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！
  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．
  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
  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．
  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；
  and
  as
  many
  to
  the
  vantageas
  would
  store
  the
  world
  they
  played
  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
  restraintupon
  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？
  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．
  DESDEMONA
  Good
  night，good
  night：heaven
  me
  such
  uses
  send，
  Not
  to
  pick
  bad
  from
  bad，but
  by
  bad
  mend！
  ［Exeunt］