Bliss vs Despair

Emilia to Desdemona: BLISS Good madam, As true hearts cannot bear to be silent, I must say, It is I that loves you. Have not we affections, Desires for sport, To bring you in again Both for sweet and sour? I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosom freely - But all will sure be well And having the world I am glad! Let heaven, men, devils, let them all Believe me! Sweet Desdemona, O, sweet mistress, The sweetest innocent To kiss and talk to! By my mistress’ side I will play the swan and die in music Willow, willow, willow So come my soul to bliss - As I, speaking as I think, Believe me! Give me your hand Good madam! Emilia to Othello: DESPAIR She loved thee, cruel moor, O gull! O dolt! As ignorant as dirt. For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent! O, the more angel she and you the blacker devil! Thou hast not half the power to do me harm As I have to be hurt. O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with love. Lay me by my mistress' side. Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan and die in music Willow, willow, willow. Rot half a grain a day!