EMILIA How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.

DESDEMONA He says he will return incontinent:

He hath commanded me to go to bed,

And bade me to dismiss you.

EMILIA Dismiss me!

DESDEMONA It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia,.

Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:

We must not now displease him.

EMILIA I would you had never seen him!

DESDEMONA So would not I my love doth so approve him,

That even his stubbornness, his cheques, his frowns--

Prithee, unpin me,--have grace and favour in them.

EMILIA I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.

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.

DESDEMONA My mother had a maid call'd Barbara:

She was in love, and