Othello
by Shakespeare
(to Desdemona)
But I do think it is their husbands'
faults
If wives do fall. Say that they
slack their duties
And pour our treasures into foreign
laps,
Or else break out in peevish
jealousies,
Throwing restraint upon us. Or say
they strike us,
Or scant our former having in
despite.
Why, we have galls, and though we
have some grace,
Yet have we some revenge. Let
husbands know
Their wives have sense like them.
They see and smell
And have their palates both for
sweet and sour,
As husbands have. What is it that
they do
When they change us for others? Is
it sport?
I think it is. And doth affection
breed it?
I think it doth. Is ’t frailty that
thus errs?
It is so too. And have not we
affections,
Desires for sport, and frailty, as
men have?
Then let them use us well, else let
them know,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.
The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.
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