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What wound did ever heal, but by degrees?
ing; Pleasure, and action, make the hours seem short. Retire thee; go where thou art billeted: Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter: Nay, get thee gone. [Erit Rod.] Two things are .
to be done,My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; I'll set her on; Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart, And bring him jump when he may Cassio find Soliciting his wife:--Ay, that's the way; Dull not device by coldness and delay. [Erit.
Enter Cassio, and some Musicians. Cas. Masters, play here, I will content your
pains, Something that's brief; and bid-good-morrow, general.
Enter Clown. Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been at Naples, that they speak i’the nose thus?
1 Mus. How, sir, how!
Clo. Are these, I pray you, call’d wind instruments ?
1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir.
Clo. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But, masters, here's money
and the general so likes your musick, that he desires you,
of all loves, to make no more noise with it. 1 Mus. Well, sir, we will not. Clo. If
have musick that may not be heard, to't again: but, as they say, to hear musick, 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.
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, I shall seem to notify unto her.
Enter Iago. Cas. Do, good my friend.—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.
[Erit. Cas. I humbly thank you
for't. I never knew A Florentinę more kind and honest.
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
And needs no other suitor, but his likings,
Yet, I beseech you, —
Pray you, come in;
I am much bound to you.
A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.
Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen.
Well, my good lord, I'll do't.
see't? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. (Exeunt,
BEFORE THE CASTLE.
Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia. Des. Be thou assur’d, good Cassio, I will do AN
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,
Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord;
Ay, but, lady,
Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,