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T'll set 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 coldness and delay.

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ASTERS, play here, I will content your pains,
Something that's brief; and bid good-morrow,

General,

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

Muf. How, Sir, how ?
Clown. Are these, I pray you, wind instruments ?
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 instrument that
I know. But, masters, here's money for you: and the
General so likes your musick, that he desires you for love's
fake to make no noise with it.

Muf. Well, Sir, we will not.

Clown. 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.

Muf. We have none such, Sir.

Clown. Then put up your pipes in your bag, 4'and hye' away. Go, vanith into air, away! [Exeunt Muf.

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Caf. Dost thou hear, mine honest friend?
Clown. No, I hear not your honest friend ; I hear you.

Caf. 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 ftirring, tell her there's one Callio entreats of her a little favour of speech. Wilt thou do this?

Clown. She is stirring, Sir; if she will stir hither, I Thall seem to notifie unto her.

[Exit Clown. Caf. Do, my good friend.

To bim enter Iago. In happy timne, lago.

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 luit is, that she will to Desdemona
Procure me fome access.

Tago. I'll send her presently :
And P'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
Out of the way, that your converse and business
May be more free.

[Exit. Caf. I hunibly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.

To bir enter Æmilia.
Æmil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant, I am sorry
For your displeasure ; but all will sure be well.
The General and his wife are talking of it :
And the speaks for you stoutly. The Moor replies,
That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus,
And great affinity; and that in wisdom
He might not but refuse you: but ? 'he loves you,
And needs no other suitor but his likings,
To bring you in again,

Caf. Yet I beseech you,
If you think fit, or that it may be done,

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Give me advantage of some brief discourse : With Desdemona alone.

Æmil. Pray you come in,
I will bestow you where you shall have time
To speak your bosom freely.
Caf. I'm much bound to you.

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

Tago. My good Lord, I'll do't.
Oib. This fortification, gentlemen, shall we fee't?
Gent. We'll wait upon your Lordship.

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An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Desdemona, Caffio, and Æmilia.
E thou assur'd, good Casio, I will do

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Æmil. Good Madam, do: -I know it grieves my hus-
As if the cause were his.
· Def. Oh that's an honest fellow ; doubt not, Cafie,
But I will have my Lord and you again
As friendly as you were.

Cas. Most bounteous Madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Casio,
He's never any thing but your true servant.

Des. 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 strangeness stand no farther off

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Than in a politick distance.

Caf. Ay, but, Lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterith diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstances,
That I being absent, and my place supply'd,
My General will forget my love and service.

Def. Do not doubt that; before Æmilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy place. Afsure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article. My Lord 4'shan't' rest,
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience ;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
I'll intermingle every thing he do's
With Casio's fuit: therefore be merry, Calio,
For thy follicitor shall rather die,
Than give thy cause away.

S C EN E IV.

Enter Othello and lago.
Æmil. Madam, here comes my Lord.
Caf. Madam, I'll take my leave;
Def: Why, stay, and hear me speak.

Cal. Madam, not now ; I'm very ill at ease :
Unfit for mine own purposes.
Des. Well, do your discretion.

[Exit Callio. lago. Hah! I like not that, Oih. What doft thou say? lago. Nothing, my Lord; or if I know not what. O!b. Was not that Caffio parted from my wife?

lago. Casio, my Lord ? no sure, I cannot think it. That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming.

Olb. I believe 'twas he.

Def. How now, my Lord ?
I have been talking with a suitor here,

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A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth. Who is’t you mean?

Des. Why, your lieutenant Caffio. Good my Lord, ,
If I have any grace, or power to move you,
His present 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 honest face.
I pr’ythee call him back.

Oih. Went he hence now?

Def. In sooth, so humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me
To suffer with hini. Good love, call him back.

Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona ; some other time.
Def. But shall't be shortly?
Oth. Sooner, sweet, for you.
Def. Shall't be to-night at supper ?
Oth. Not to-night.
Des. To-morrow dinner chen?

Oth. I fhall not dine at home:
I meet the captains at the citadel.

Des. 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 trespass, in our common reason,
(Save that they say the wars must make example
Out of their best) is not almoft a fault
T'incur a private check. When thall he come ?
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul
What you would ask me, that I would deny,
Or ftand so mamm’ring on. What? Michael Casio !-
That came a wooing with you, and many a time
When I have spoke of you difpraisingly
Hath ta’en your part, to have so much to do
To bring him in? crust 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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