Meet us on:
 
Entire Site
    Try our fun game

    Dueling book covers…may the best design win!

    Random Quote
    "A great secret of success is to go through life as a man who never gets used up."
     

    Subscribe to Our Newsletter

    Follow us on Twitter

    Never miss a good book again! Follow Read Print on Twitter

    Act IV. Scene III

    • Rate it:
    • Average Rating: 4.0 out of 5 based on 7 ratings
    • 12 Favorites on Read Print
    Launch Reading Mode Next Chapter
    Chapter 13
    Previous Chapter
    SCENE III. 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, 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 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 for a touch of his nether lip.

    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, hie thee; 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 vantage as 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 restraint upon 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
    Next Chapter
    Chapter 13
    Previous Chapter
    If you're writing a William Shakespeare essay and need some advice, post your William Shakespeare essay question on our Facebook page where fellow bookworms are always glad to help!

    Top 5 Authors

    Top 5 Books

    Book Status
    Finished
    Want to read
    Abandoned

    Are you sure you want to leave this group?