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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. [25]



              DESDEMONA

               My mother had a maid call’d Barbary,
               She was in love, and he she lov’d prov’d 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 to-night [30]

               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 night-gown?



              DESDEMONA

                               No, unpin me here;
               This Lodovico is a proper man. [35]



              EMILIA
               A very handsome man.



              DESDEMONA
               He speaks well.



              EMILIA
          I know a lady in Venice would have walk’d barefoot to Palestine for a touch of
          his nether lip.



              DESDEMONA
          (Singing)
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