Othello by Reclam Page B

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    Â Â Â Â store the world they played for. [85]
    Â Â Â Â But I do think it is their husbands’ faults
    Â Â Â Â If wives do fall: say, that they slack their duties,
    Â Â Â Â And pour our treasures into foreign lap s ;
    Â Â Â Â Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
    Â Â Â Â Throwing restraint upon us: or say they strike us, [90]
    Â Â Â Â Or scant our former having in despite,
    Â Â Â Â Why, we have galls: and though we have some grace,
    Â Â Â Â Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know,
    Â Â Â Â Their wives have sense like them: they see, and smell,
    Â Â Â Â And have their palates both for sweet, and sour, [95]
    Â Â Â Â As husbands have. What is it that they do,
    Â Â Â Â When they change us for others? Is it sport?
    Â Â Â Â I think it is: and doth affection breed it?
    Â Â Â Â I think it doth. Is ’t frailty that thus errs?
    Â Â Â Â It is so too. And have not we affections? [100]
    Â Â Â Â Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have?
    Â Â Â Â Then let them use us well: else let them know,
    Â Â Â Â The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.
    DESDEMONA. Good night, good night: God me such usage send,
    Â Â Â Â Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend! [105]
    (Exeunt.)
    Act V
    Scene 1
    A Street.
    Enter Iago and Roderigo.
    IAGO. Here stand behind this bulk , straight will he come,
    Â Â Â Â Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home,
    Â Â Â Â Quick, quick, fear nothing, I’ll be at thy elbow;
    Â Â Â Â It makes us or it mar s us, think of that,
    Â Â Â Â And fix most firm thy resolution . [5]
    RODERIGO. Be near at hand, I may miscarry in ’t .
    IAGO. Here at thy hand, be bold, and take thy sword.
    (Retires.)
    RODERIGO. I have no great devotion to the deed;
    Â Â Â Â And yet he has given me satisfying reasons,
    Â Â Â Â â€™Tis but a man gone: forth, my sword, he dies. [10]
    IAGO. I have rubb’d this young quat almost to the sense,
    Â Â Â Â And he grows angry now: whether he kill Cassio,
    Â Â Â Â Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
    Â Â Â Â Every way makes my game; live Roderigo,
    Â Â Â Â He calls me to a restitution large, [15]
    Â Â Â Â For gold and jewels, that I bob b’d from him,
    Â Â Â Â As gifts to Desdemona:
    Â Â Â Â It must not be; if Cassio do remain,
    Â Â Â Â He has a daily beauty in his life,
    Â Â Â Â That makes me ugly: and besides, the Moor [20]
    Â Â Â Â May unfold me to him; there stand I in peril :
    Â Â Â Â No, he must die, be ’t so, I hear him coming.
    (Enter Cassio.)
    RODERIGO. I know his gait , ’tis he, villain, thou diest!
    (Makes a pass at Cassio.)
    CASSIO. That thrust had been my enemy indeed,
    Â Â Â Â But that my coat is better than thou think’st; [25]
    Â Â Â Â I will make proof of thine.
    (Draws, and wounds Roderigo.)
    RODERIGO. O, I am slain!
    (Iago from behind wounds Cassio in the leg, and exit.)
    CASSIO. I am maim’d for ever, light, ho, murder, murder!
    (Falls.)
    (Enter Othello.)
    OTHELLO. The voice of Cassio, Iago keeps his word.
    RODERIGO. O villain that I am!
    OTHELLO. Hark, ’tis even so.
    CASSIO. O, help, ho! light! a surgeon! [30]
    OTHELLO. ’Tis he, O brave Iago, honest and just,
    Â Â Â Â That hast such noble sense of thy friend’s wrong,
    Â Â Â Â Thou teachest me; ... minion , your dear lies dead,
    Â Â Â Â And your fate hie s apace ; strumpet, I come;
    Â Â Â Â Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted , [35]
    Â Â Â Â Thy bed, lust-stain’d, shall with lust’s blood be spotted.
    (Exit.)
    (Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.)
    CASSIO. What ho, no watch, no passage? murder, murder!
    GRATIANO. ’Tis some mischance , the cry is very direful .
    CASSIO. O, help!
    LODOVICO. Hark!