Page 1543 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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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)
