Clo. 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, of all loves, to make no more noise with it. 1 Mus. Well, sir, we will not. Clo. 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. 1 Mus. We have none such, sir. Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away: Go; vanish into air; away. [Exeunt Musicians. Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend? Clo. 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 her a little favour of speech: Wilt thou do this? Clo. She is stirring, sir; if she will stir hither, 1 shall seem to notify unto her. Enter Iago. [Exit. Cas. Do, good my friend.-In happy time, Iago. Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago, Iago. I'll send her to you presently; And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor [Exit. Čas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest. (1) Nice distinctions. Enter Emilia. Emil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry For your displeasure; but all will soon be well. And needs no other suitor, but his likings, Cas. If you think fit, or that it may be done, Emil. Yet, I beseech you,— Pray you, come in ; I am much bound to you. [Exeunt. I will bestow you where you shall have time Cas. SCENE II-A room in the castle. Enter Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot; Iago. Well, my good lord, I'll do't. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,-shall we see't? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt. SCENE III-Before the castle. Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia. Des. Be thou assur'd, good Cassio, I will do (1) The displeasure you have incurred from Othello. All my abilities in thy behalf. Emil. Good madam, do; I know it grieves my husband, As if the case were his. Des. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not doubt, But I will have my lord and you again As friendly as you were. Cas. Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, He's never any thing but your true servant. Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord: Cas. Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here, To the last article: my lord shall never rest; With Cassio's suit: Therefore be merry, Cassio; Than give thy cause away. Enter Othello, and Iago, at a distance. Emil. My lord. Madam, here comes Madam, I'll take my leave. Cas. (1) Hawks are tamed by keeping them from Why, stay, sleep. And hear me speak. Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. Des. Do your discretion. lago. Well, well, [Exit Cassio. Ha! I like not that. Oth. What dost thou say? lago. Nothing, my lord: or if-I know not what. Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife? Iago. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming. Oth. I do believe 'twas he. Des. How now, my lord? I have been talking with a suitor here, Des. Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my If I have any grace, or power to move you, For, if he be not one that truly loves you, Oth. Went he hence now? Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled, That he hath left part of his grief with me; time. Des. But shall't be shortly? Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you. Des. To-morrow dinner then? No, not to-night. I shall not dine at home; I meet the captains at the citadel. (1) Knowledge. Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn; Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn;— To incur a private check: When shall he come? What you could ask me, that I should deny, Cassio, That came a wooing with you; and many a time, I will deny thee nothing. Des. To your own person: Nay, when I have a suit, And fearful to be granted. Oth. I will deny thee nothing; Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to my self. Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord. Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to thee straight. Des. Emilia, come :-Be it as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit, with Emil. Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, 41) Best men. (2) Hesitating. (3) Weight. |