To win the Moor again? For, 'tis most easy In any honest suit; she's fram'd as fruitfull As the free elements. And then for her To win the Moor,-were't to renounce his baptisın, All seals and symbols of redeemed sin, His soul is so enferter'd to her love, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, With his weak function. How am I then a villain, And out of her own goodness make the net, Rod. I do follow here in the chace, 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 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 pa tience! What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witch craft; (2) Even. (4) Recalls. (1) Liberal, bountiful. (3) Tempt. And wit depends on dilatory time. Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, 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; Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart, [Exit. ACT III. 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, [Music. general. Enter Clown. Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been at Naples, that they speak i'the nose thus? 1 M. How, sir, how? Clo. Are these, I pray you, called wind instru ments? 1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir. Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail. 1 Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir? (1) Just at the time. Clo. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrumen 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 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. [Exit. Cas. Do, good my friend.-In happy time, Iago. Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago, 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 [Exit. Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest. (1) Nice distinctions. VOL. VIII. 2 C Enter Emilia. Emil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant : I am sorry For your displeasure; but all will soon be well. And needs no other suitor, but his likings, Cas. If you think fit, or that it may be done, Emil. Yet, I beseech you,— Pray you, come in ; I am much bound to you. [Exeunt. I will bestow you where you shall have time Cas. SCENE II-A room in the castle. Enter Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot; Iago. Well, my good lord, I'll do't. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,-shall we see't? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt. SCENE III-Before the castle. Enter Desde mona, Cassio, and Emilia. Des. Be thou assur'd, good Cassio, I will do (1) The displeasure you have incurred from Othello. 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. Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, He's never any thing but your true servant. Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord: You have known him long; and be you well assur'd, He shall in strangeness stand no further off Than in a politic distance. Cas. Ay, but, lady, Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here, To the last article: my lord shall never rest; With Cassio's suit: Therefore be merry, Cassio; Than give thy cause away. Enter Othello, and Iago, at a distance. (1) Hawks are tamed by keeping them from sleep. |