Othello

by: William Shakespeare

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IAGO

Sir, would she give you so much of her lips
110As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
You’ll have enough.

IAGO

If she gave you as much lip as she gives me, you’d be sick of her by now.

DESDEMONA

Alas, she has no speech!

DESDEMONA

On the contrary, she’s a soft-spoken woman.

IAGO

In faith, too much.
I find it still, when I have leave to sleep.
115Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,
She puts her tongue a little in her heart
And chides with thinking.

IAGO

No, she talks too much. She’s always talking when I want to sleep. I admit that in front of you, my lady, she keeps a bit quiet. But she’s scolding me silently.

EMILIA

    You have little cause to say so.

EMILIA

You have no reason to say that.

IAGO

Come on, come on. You are pictures out of door, bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens, saints in your injuries, devils being offended, players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.

IAGO

Come on, come on. You women are all the same. You’re as pretty as pictures when you’re out in public, but in your own houses you’re as noisy as jangling bells. In your own kitchens you act like wildcats. You make yourselves sound like saints when you’re complaining about something, but you act like devils when someone offends you. You don’t take your jobs as housewives seriously, and you’re shameless hussies in bed.

DESDEMONA

Oh, fie upon thee, slanderer!

DESDEMONA

Shame on you, you slanderer!

IAGO

120Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk.
You rise to play and go to bed to work.

IAGO

No, it’s true, or if it’s not, I’m a villain. You wake up to have fun, and you start work when you go to bed.

EMILIA

You shall not write my praise.

EMILIA

You clearly have nothing good to say about me.

IAGO

    No, let me not.

IAGO

No, I don’t.

DESDEMONA

What wouldst thou write of me, if thou should’st praise me?

DESDEMONA

But if you had to say something nice about me, what would you say?