I'll fet her on; 'fo draw the Moor apart,
And bring him jump, when he may Caffio find
Solliciting his wife: ay, that's the way:
Dull not device, by coldnefs and delay.

[Exit.

ASTERS, play here, I will content your pains,

M Something that's brief; and bid good-morrow,

General.

[Mufick plays, and enter Clown from the House. Clown. Why, mafters, have your inftruments been in Naples, that they speak i'th' nofe thus?

Muf. How, Sir, how?

Clown. Are thefe, I pray you, wind inftruments?
Muf. Ay, marry are they, Sir.

Clown. Oh, thereby hangs a tale?

Muf. Whereby hangs a tale, Sir.

Clown. Marry, Sir, by many a wind inftrument that I know. But, mafters, here's money for you: and the General fo likes your mufick, that he defires you for love's fake to make no noife with it.

Muf. Well, Sir, we will not.

Clown. If you have any mufick that may not be heard, to't again. But, as they fay, to hear mufick, the General does not greatly care.

Muf. We have none fuch, Sir.

Clown. Then put up your pipes in your bag, "and hye' away. Go, vanith into air, away!

[Exeunt Muf.

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Caf.

Caf. Doft thou hear, mine honeft friend?

Clown. No, I hear not your honeft friend; I hear you. Caf. Pr'ythee, keep up thy quillets, there's a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attend the General's wife be stirring, tell her there's one Caffio entreats of her a little favour of fpeech. Wilt thou do this?

Clown. She is ftirring, Sir; if fhe will ftir hither, I fhall feem to notifie unto her. [Exit Clown.

Caf. Do, my good friend.

To him enter Iago.

In happy time, Iago.

Iago. You have not been a-bed then?

Caf. Why, no; the day had broke before we parted. I have made bold to fend in to your wife ;

My fuit is, that the will to Defdemona

Procure me fome accefs..

Iago. I'll fend her prefently:

And I'll devife a mean to draw the Moor

Out of the way, that your converse and business
May be more free.

Caf. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew
A Florentine more kind and honeft.

To him enter Emilia.

[Exit.

Emil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant, I am forry
For your difpleafure; but all will fure be well.
The General and his wife are talking of it:
And the fpeaks for you ftoutly. The Moor replies,
That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus,

And great affinity; and that in wisdom

He might not but refufe you: but he loves you,'
And needs no other fuitor but his likings,
To bring you in again.

Caf. Yet I beseech you,

If you think fit, or that it may be done,

3 he protefts he loves you,

Give

Give me advantage of fome brief difcourfe
With Desdemona alone.

Emil. Pray you come in,

I will bestow you where you fhall have time

To speak your bofom freely.

Caf. I'm much bound to you."

SCENE II.

Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen.
Oth. Thefe letters give, Iago, to the pilot,
And by him do my duties to the fenate;
That done, I will be walking on the works,
Repair there to me.

Iago. My good Lord, I'll do't.

[Exeunt.

Oth. This fortification, gentlemen, fhall we fee't?
Gent. We'll wait upon your Lordship.

Def.

An Apartment in the Palace.

Enter Desdemona, Caffio, and Emilia.

E thou affur'd, good Caffio, I will do
All my abilities in thy behalf.

[Exeunt.

[band

Emil. Good Madam, do: I know it grieves my huf

As if the caufe were his.

Def. Oh that's an honeft fellow; doubt not, Cafio, But I will have my Lord and you again

As friendly as you were.

Caf. Moft bounteous Madam,

Whatever fhall become of Michael Caffio,

He's never any thing but your true fervant.

Def. I know't, I thank you; you do love my Lord, You've known him long, and be you well affur'd,

He shall in ftrangenefs ftand no farther off

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Than

Than in a politick distance.
Caf. Ay, but, Lady,

That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon fuch nice and waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstances,
That I being abfent, and my place fupply'd,
My General will forget my love and fervice.

Def. Do not doubt that; before Æmilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy place. Affure thee,
If I do vow a friendfhip, I'll perform it

To the laft article. My Lord 'fhan't reft,
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience;
His bed fhall feem a fchool, his board a fhrift;
I'll intermingle every thing he do's

With Caffio's fuit: therefore be merry, Caffio,
For thy follicitor fhall rather die,

Than give thy caufe away.

SCE

CEN

E IV.

Enter Othello and lago.

Emil. Madam, here comes my Lord.

Caf. Madam, I'll take my leave;
Def. Why, ftay, and hear me fpeak.

Caf. Madam, not now; I'm very ill at eafe :

Unfit for mine own purposes.

Def. Well, do your discretion.

Jago. Hah! I like not that.

Oth. What doft thou say?

[Exit Caffio.

Iago. Nothing, my Lord; or if I know not what. Oth. Was not that Caffio parted from my wife?

lago. Caffio, my Lord? no fure, I cannot think it. That he would fteal away fo guilty-like,

Seeing you coming.

Oth. I believe 'twas he.

Def. How now, my Lord?

I have been talking with a fuitor here,

fhall never

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A man that languifhes in your difpleasure.

Oth. Who is't you mean?

Def. Why, your lieutenant Caffio.

Good my Lord,

If I have any grace, or power to move you,
His prefent reconciliation take.

For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning,
I have no judgment in an honeft face.
I pr'ythee call him back.

Oth. Went he hence now?

Def. In footh, fo humbled,

That he hath left part of his grief with me
To fuffer with him. Good love, call him back.
Oth. Not now, fweet Desdemona; fome other time.
Def. But fhall't be fhortly?

Oth. Sooner, fweet, for you.

Def. Shall't be to-night at fupper?
Oth. Not to-night.

Def. To-morrow dinner then?
Oth. I fhall not dine at home:

I meet the captains at the citadel.

Def. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday morn,
Or Tuesday noon, or night, or Wednesday morn.
I pr'ythee name the time, but let it not
Exceed three days; in faith, he's penitent:
And yet his trefpafs, in our common reason,
(Save that they fay the wars muft make example
Out of their beft) is not almoft a fault

T'incur a private check. When thall he come?
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my foul
What you would ask me, that I would deny,
Or ftand fo mamm'ring on. What? Michael Caffio!
That came a wooing with you, and many a time
When I have spoke of you difpraifingly

Hath ta'en your part, to have fo much to do
To bring him in? truft me, I could do much
Oth. Pr'ythee no more, let him come when he will,
I will deny thee nothing.

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