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Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and honest kindness.
Cus. I think it freely; and, betimes in the morning, I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes, if they check me here,
lago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I must to the watch.
Cas. Good night, honest lago. [Exit Cassio. Iago. And what's he then, that says,-I play the
villain ? When this advice is free, I give, and honest, Probal to thinking, and (indeed) the course To win the Moor again ? For, 'tis most easy The inclining Desdemona to subdue In any
honest suit; she's fram'd as fruitful 8 As the free elements. And then for her To win the Moor,—were't to renounce his baptism, All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Even as her appetite shall play the god With his weak function. How am I then a villain, To counsel Cassio to this parallel 9 course, Directly to his good? Divinity of hell! When devils will their blackest sins put on, They do suggest' at first with heavenly shows, As I do now: For while this honest fool Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor, I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,
& Liberal, bountiful.
That she repeals 2 him for her body's lust;
Enter RoderiGo. Rod. I do follow here in the chace, 'not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills
cry. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and, I think, the issue will be I shall have so much experience for my pains: and so, with no money at all, and a little more wit, return to Venice,
Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience !What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witch
And wit depends on dilatory time.
I'll set her on;
SCENE I. Before the Castle.
Enter Cassio, and some Musicians.
pains, Something that's brief; and bid-good-morrow, general.
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, called 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 for you: 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 you have any musick that may not be
3 Just at the time,
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.
[Ercunt 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.4 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.-In happy time, Iago.
Cas. Why, no; the day had broke
I'll send her to you presently;
[Exit. Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.
4 Nice distinctions.“
Emil. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry For your displeasure;s 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.
s The displeasure you have incurred from Othello.