DESDEMONA.
No, by this heavenly light!
EMILIA.
Nor I neither by this heavenly light,
I might do’t as well i’ the dark.
DESDEMONA.
Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
EMILIA.
The world’s a huge thing. It is a great price
For a small vice.
DESDEMONA.
In troth, I think thou wouldst not.
EMILIA.
In troth, I think I should, and undo’t when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition; but, for the whole world—why, who would not make her husband a cuckold to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for ’t.
DESDEMONA.
Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world.
EMILIA.
Why, the wrong is but a wrong i’ the world; and having the world for your labour, ’tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right.
DESDEMONA.
I do not think there is any such woman.
EMILIA.
Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage as would store the world they played for.
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.