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(54) Clown. Why, masters, have yourinstruments been in Naples, that they speak i' th' nose thus? Mus. How, sir, how?

[ments? (55) Clown. Are these, I pray you, wind instuMus. Aye, marry, are they, sir.

(54) The Clown in this play has the same prototype as King Lear's Fool, drawn before in fig. 89.

(55) In figure 102 is represented a groupe of musicians with wind instruments, such as they appear about the center of the moon; the uppermost of them corresponding with Crowdero in Hudibras, whose position being known, furnishes a clue for tracing the others there.

Fig. 102.

Clown. Ol, thereby hangs a tale.
Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

Clown. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But, masters, here's money for you: and the general so likes your music, that he desires you for love sake to make no more noise with it,

Mus. Well, sir, we will not.

Clown. If you have any music that may not be heard, to't again; but as they say, to hear music, the general does not greatly care.

Mus. We have none such, sir.

Clown. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away. Go, vanish into air, away.

[Ereunt. Mus. Cas. Dost thou hear, mine honest friend. Clown. No, I hear not your honest friend; I

hear you.

Cas. Pr’ythee keep up'thy quillets, there's a poor piece of gold for thee. If the gentlewoman that attends the general's wife be stirring, tell her, there's one Cassio entreats of her a little favour of specch. Wilt thou do this?

Clown. She is stirring, sir, if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her. [Exit Clown. Cas. Do, my good friend.

To him, enter Iago. In happy time, Iago.

wife ;

Iago. You have not been a-bed, then ? (parted.

Cas. Why, no; the day had broke before we I have made bold to send into

your My suit is, that she will to Desdemona Procure me some access.

Iago. I'll send her presently ; And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor Out of the way, that your converse and business May be more free.

[Exit. Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.

To him, enter ÆMILIA. Æmil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant. I am

sorry. For

your displeasure; but all will sure be well. The general and his wife are talking of it: And she speaks for you stoutly. The Moor

replies, That he

you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus, And great affinity; and that in wisdom He might not but refuse you. But he protests he

loves you ;

And needs no other suitor but his likings
To bring you in again.

Cas. Yet I beseech you,
If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me advantage of some brief discourse
With Desdemona alone.

Æmil. Pray you, come in:
I will bestow you where you shall have time
Tospeak your bosom freely.

Cas. I am much bound to you. [Exeunt.

Enter OTHELLO, Iago, and Gentlemen.
Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot,
And by him do my duties to the senate;
That done, I will be walking on the works ;
Repair there to me.

Iago. My good lord, I'll do't.
Oth. This fortification, gentlemen, shall we see't?
Gent. We'll wait upon your Lordship.


SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.

Enter DESDEMONA, Cassio, and ÆMILIA.

Des. Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf.

Æmil. Good Madam, do: I know it grieves my As if the cause were his.

[husband, Des. Oh, that's an honest fellow ; doubt not, But I will have my lord and you again (Cassio, As friendly as you were.

Cas. Must bounteous Madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
He is never any thing but your true servant.

Des. I know't, I thank you ; you do love my lord,

You have known him long; and, be you well as-
He shall in strangeness stand no further off
Than in a politic distunce.

Cas. Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstances,
That I being absent, and my place supplied,
My general will forget my love and service.

Des. Do not doubt that; before Æmilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article. My lord shall never rest;
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
I'll intermingle every thing he does
With Cassio's suit: therefore be


For thy solicitor shall rather die,
Than give thy cause away.

Enter OTHELLO, and IAGO, at a distance.
Æmil. Madam, here comes my lord.
Cas. Madam, I'll take my

Des. Why, stay, and hear me speak.

Cas. Madam, not now : I am very ill at ease,
Unfit for mine own purposes.
Des. Well, do your discretion.

discretion. [Exit

[Exit Cassio.

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