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?