othello,the moor of venice(奥塞罗)-第15章
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tonight with a harlotry； and thither will I go to him。 He knows not yet of
his honorable fortune。 If you will watch his going thence； which his will
fashion to fall out between twelve and one； you may take him at your
pleasure； I will be near to second your attempt； and he shall fall between
us。 Come； stand not amazed at it； but go along with me； I will show you
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such a necessity in his death that you shall think yourself bound to put it
on him。 It is now high supper…time； and the night grows to waste。 About it。
RODERIGO。 I will hear further reason for this。 IAGO。 And you shall be
satisfied。 Exeunt。
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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
honor is most welcome。 OTHELLO。 Will you walk； sir？ ODesdemona
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 checks； his frowns Prithee； unpin me
have grace and favor 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 Barbary； 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 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 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。 ＇Sings。＇
〃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
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stones〃
Lay by these
＇Sings。＇ 〃Sing willow； willow； willow〃 Prithee； hie thee； he'll come
anon ＇Sings。＇ 〃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。 ＇Sings。＇
〃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。 Mine 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 worldwhy； 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 labor； '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。
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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。
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ACT V。
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SCENE I。 Cyprus。 A street。
Enter Iago and Roderigo：
IAGO。 Here； stand behind this bulk； straight will he come。 Wear thy
good rapier bare； and put it home。 Quick； quick； fear nothing； I'll be at thy
elbow。 It makes us； or it mars us； think on that； And fix most firm thy
resolution。 RODERIGO。 Be near at hand； I may miscarry in't。 IAGO。 Here；
at thy hand； be bold； and take thy stand。 Retires。 RODERIGO。 I have no
great devotion to the deed； And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons。
'Tis but a man gone。 Forth； my sword； he dies。 IAGO。 I have rubb'd this
young quat almost to the sense； And he grows angry。 Now； whether he kill
Cassio； Or Cassio him； or each do kill the other； Every way makes my
gain。 Live Roderigo； He calls me to a restitution large Of gold and jewels
that I bobb'd from him； As gifts to Desdemona； It must not be。 If Cassio do
remain； He hath a daily beauty in his life That makes me ugly； and besides；
the Moor May unfold me to him； there stand I in much peril。 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 mine enemy indeed； But
that my coat is better than thou know'st； 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 forever。 Help；
ho！ Murther！ Murther！ Falls。
Enter Othello。
OTHELLO。 The voice of Cassio； Iago keeps his word。 RODERIGO。
O； villain that I am！ OTHELLO。 It is even so。 CASSIO。 O； help； ho！ Light！
A surgeon！ OTHELLO。 'Tis he。 O brave Iago； honest and just； That hast
such noble sense of thy friend's wrong！ Thou teachest me。 Minion； your
dear lies dead； And your unblest fate hies。 Strumpet； I come！ Forth of my
heart those charms； thine eyes； are blotted； Thy bed lust…stain'd shall with
lust's blood be spotted。 Exit。
Enter Lodovico and Gratiano。
CASSIO。 What； ho！ No watch？ No passage？ Murther！ Murther！
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GRATIANO。 'Tis some mischance； the cry is very direful。 CASSIO。 O；
help！ LODOVICO。 Hark！ RODERIGO。 O wretched villain！ LODOVICO。
Two or three groan； it is a heavy night。 These may be counterfeits； let's
think't unsafe To come in to the cry without more help。 RODERIGO。
Nobody come？ Then shall I bleed to death。 LODOVICO。 Hark！
Re…enter Iago； with a light。
