Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve." Sing all a green willow must be my garland. Her salt tears fell from her, and softened the 50 The fresh streams ran by her and murmured her Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, 45 "The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, And guess what? Desdemona has a strong urge to sing that song right now.ĮMILIA I know a lady in Venice would have walkedīarefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip. Apparently Barbary fell in love with a man who left her, and was fond of singing a song that reminded her of her sorrow. She follows that comment up with a story of her mom's maid, Barbary. 35Įmilia's a little creeped out by the death talk, but Desdemona's got a one track mind tonight. I have much to doĪnd sing it like poor Barbary. She had a song of willow, 30Īn old thing ’twas, but it expressed her fortune,Īnd she died singing it. She was in love, and he she loved proved madĪnd did forsake her. When Emilia says, "Hey, I put those sheets on the bed for you," Desdemona replies with, "If I die before you do, will you wrap my dead body in them?" If I do die before thee, prithee, shroud me 25ĭesdemona is in a strange mood that foreshadows her coming death. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.Īll’s one. But Desdemona responds that she loves Othello, so much that she would rather be with him, even when he's being totally strange, than live without him. Prithee, unpin me-have grace and favor in them.Įmilia says she wishes Desdemona had never seen the man. That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns. Desdemona just shrugs it off-she can't risk upsetting Othello now. Therefore, good Emilia,Įmilia notes that Othello looked to be in better spirits, but she's shocked that he told Desdemona to get rid of her. How goes it now? He looks gentler than he did.
(Gee, that's not ominous at all.) The men exit, leaving the women to chat and get ready for bed. He promises to meet her there soon, and demands that she send Emilia away. Dismiss your attendant there.Īfter dinner, Othello suggests a walk with Lodovico and orders Desdemona to get ready for bed. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further. Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia, and
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