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Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well čudgelled; 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 !
Though other things grow fair against the sun,
SCENE I. Before the Castle.
Enter Cassio and some Musicians. Cas. Masters, play here, I will content your pains, Something that's brief; and bid — good morrow, general ?
[Music. 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, 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 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 quillet. 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 favor of speech. Wilt thou do this?
Clo. She is stirring; if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her.
Cas. Why, no; the day had broke
I'll send her to you presently;
Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.
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,
Yet, I beseech you, —
'Pray you, come in;
I am much bound to you. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. A Room in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO, Iago, and Gentlemen.
Well, my good lord, I'll do't. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,- shall we see't? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship.
SCENE III. Before the Castle.
Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and EMILIA. Des. Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do 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, Cassio, But I will have my lord and you again As friendly as you were. Cas.
Des. O sir, I thank you. You do love my lord;
Ay, but, lady,
That, I being absent, and my place supplied,
Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,
Enter OTHELLO and Iago, at a distance.
Madam, here comes
Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave.
Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease;
[Exit Cassio. Iago.
Ha! I like not that. oth. What dost thou say? Iago. 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,
I do believe 'twas he.
Oth. Who is't you mean?
Went he hence now?
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.
The sooner, sweet, for you.
No, not to-night.
I shall not dine at home;
Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn;
Oth. Pr’ythee, no more. Let him come when he will;
Why, this is not a boon;
I will deny thee nothing ;
Des. Shall I deny you? no. Farewell, my lord.
Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
Iago. My noble lord,-
What dost thou say, Iago ?