Othello by William Shakespeare Page B

place.
    RODORIGO    Is that true? Why then Othello and Desdemona
     return again to Venice.
    IAGO    O, no. He goes into Mauritania 239 and taketh away
     with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered 240
     here by some accident, wherein none can be so determinate 241
     as the removing of Cassio.
    RODORIGO    How do you mean, removing him?
    IAGO    Why, by making him uncapable of Othello’s place:
     knocking out his brains.
    RODORIGO    And that you would have me to do?
    IAGO    Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. He
     sups tonight with a harlotry 248 , and thither will I go to him. He
     knows not yet of his honourable fortune: if you will watch
     his going thence — which I will fashion to fall out 250 between
     twelve and one — you may take him at your pleasure. I will
     be near to second 252 your attempt, and he shall fall between us.
     Come, stand not amazed 253 at it, but go along with me: I will
     show you such a necessity in his death that you shall think
     yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high 255 suppertime,
     and the night grows to waste 256
    RODORIGO    I will hear further reason for this.
    IAGO    And you shall be satisfied.
    Exeunt
Act 4 Scene 3
running scene 9 continues
    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, goodnight. I humbly thank your ladyship.
    DESDEMONA    Your honour is most welcome.
    OTHELLO    Will you walk, sir?— O, Desdemona!
    DESDEMONA    My lord?
    Exeunt
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Othello, Lodovico and Attendants
]
    OTHELLO    Get you to bed on th’instant, I will be returned
     forthwith. Dismiss your attendant there: look’t be done.
    DESDEMONA    I will, my lord.
    EMILIA    How goes it now? He looks gentler than he did.
    DESDEMONA    He says he will return incontinent 11 ,
     And hath commanded me to go to bed,
     And bid me to dismiss you.
    EMILIA    Dismiss me?
    DESDEMONA    It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia,
     Give me my nightly wearing 16 , 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 19 him
     That even his stubbornness 20 , his checks, his frowns —
     Prithee unpin me 21 — have grace and favour.
    EMILIA    I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.
    DESDEMONA    All’s one 23 .— Good father, how foolish are our
     minds!—
     If I do die before 24 , prithee shroud me
     In one of these same sheets.
    EMILIA    Come, come, you talk 26 .
    DESDEMONA    My mother had a maid called Barbary 27 :
     She was in love, and he she loved proved mad 28
     And did forsake her. She had a song of ‘ willow 29 ’,
     An old thing ’twas, but it expressed her fortune,
     And she died singing it: that song tonight
     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 Barbary. Prithee dispatch.
    EMILIA    Shall I go fetch your nightgown?
    DESDEMONA    No, unpin me here.
     This Lodovico is a proper 37 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 41 lip.
    DESDEMONA    The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore 42 tree,
    Sings
         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 murmured her moans,
     Sing willow, willow, willow:
     Her salt tears fell from her, and softened the stones,
     Sing