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ACT IV
Scene III. [Cyprus. Another room in the Castle.]

If I do die before thee, prithee shroud me
in one of those same sheets.
Emil. Come, comel You talk.
Des. My mother had a maid called Barbary.
30
She was in love; and he she loved proved mad
And did forsake her. She had a song of "Willow."
An old thing 'twas; but it expressed her fortune,
And she died singing it. That song tonight
Will not go from my mind. I have much to do
35
But to go hang my head all at one side
And sing it like poor Barbary. Prithee dispatch.
Emil. Shall I go fetch your nightgown?
Des. No, unpin me here.
This Lodovico is a proper man.
40
Emil. A very handsome man.
Des. He speaks well.
Emil. I know a lady in Venice would have walked
barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.
Des. (Sings)
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore
45
tree,
Sing all a green willow:
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her
knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow.
50
The fresh streams ran by her and murmured
her moans;
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Her salt tears fell from her, and soft'ned
the stones.
55
Sing willow-

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