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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. [Exit Rod.] Two things are
to be done, My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; l'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. [E.rit.
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, callid wind instruments?
1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir.
Clo. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But, masters, here's 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 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, lago. 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.
[Exit. Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine 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 be, 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;
shall have time To speak your bosom freely. Cas.
I am much bound to you.
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. [E.xeunt.
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,