Cyprus. Before the Castle. |
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Enter CASSIO, and some Musicians. |
Cas. Masters, play here, I will content your pains; |
Something that's brief; and bid 'Good morrow, general.' [Music. |
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Enter Clown. |
Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they speak i' the nose thus? |
First Mus. How, sir, how? |
Clo. Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments? |
First Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir. |
Clo. O! thereby hangs a tail. |
First Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir? |
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, for love's sake, to make no more noise with it. |
First 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. |
First 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, mine honest friend? |
Clo. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you. |
Cas. Prithee, 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, I shall seem to notify unto her. |
Cas. Do, good my friend. [Exit Clown. |
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Enter IAGO. |
In happy time, Iago. |
Iago. You have not been a-bed, then? |
Cas. Why, no; the day had broke |
Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago, |
To send in to your wife; my suit to her |
Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona |
Procure me some access. |
Iago. I'll send her to you presently; |
And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor |
Out of the way, that your converse and business |
May be more free. |
Cas. I humbly thank you for 't. [Exit IAGO. |
I never knew |
A Florentine more kind and honest. |
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Enter EMILIA. |
Emil. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry |
For your displeasure; but all will soon 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 wholesome wisdom |
He might not but refuse you; but he protests he loves you, |
And needs no other suitor but his likings |
To take the saf'st occasion by the front |
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. |
Emil. Pray you, come in: |
I will bestow you where you shall have time |
To speak your bosom freely. |
Cas. I am much bound to you. [Exeunt. |
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