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Othello, the Moor of Venice
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[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. Cyprus. 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't 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 checks, his frowns, —
Pr'ythee, unpin me, – 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, pr'ythee, 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 lov'd prov'd 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. Pr'ythee, despatch.
EMILIA
Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
DESDEMONA
SCENE III. Cyprus. 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't 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 checks, his frowns, —
Pr'ythee, unpin me, – 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, pr'ythee, 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 lov'd prov'd 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. Pr'ythee, despatch.
EMILIA
Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
DESDEMONA
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