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her help, to put you in your place again. She is of fo free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested. This broken joint, between you and her husband, intreat her to splinter. And, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love Thall grow stronger than it was before.
Cas. You advise me well.
lago. I protest in the sincerity of love, and honest kindness.
Cof. I think it freely; and betimes in the morning I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes, if they check me here.
Iago. You are in the right: good-night, lieutenant, I must to the watch.
Caj. Good-night, honelt lago. [Exit Caffio.
Iago. And what's he then, that says, I play the villain? When this advice is free I give, and honeft, Likely to thinking, and, indeed, the course To win the Moor again. For 'tis most easy Th’inclining Desdemona to subdue In any honeft fuit; she's fram'd as fruitful As the free elements. And then for her To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptism, All seals and symbols of redeemed fin, His soul is so enfetter'd to her love That she may make, unmake, do what she lift, Even as her appetite shall play the god With his weak function. Am I then a villain, To counsel Cafio to this paralel course, Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
would ever have said, any one-devoted himself to the Devotement of any thing. All the Copies agree; but the mistake certainly arose irom a Ingle Letter being turned upride down at Press,
When Devils will their blackest fins put on,
Enter Rodorigo. 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 cudgell'd; and I think, the issue will be, I mall have so much experience for my pains; and so with no money at all, and a little more wit, return again to Venice.
lago. How poor are they, that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees ? Thou know'ít, we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And wit depends on dilatory time : Does't not go well! Casio hath beaten thee, And thou by that small hurt hast cashier'd Casio. Tho' other things grow fair against the fun, Yet fruits that bloffom first, will first be ripe : Content thyself a while. In troth, 'tis morning : 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 Rodorigo. Two things are to be done; (21)
My (21) Two things are to be done;
My Wife must move for Callio to ber Mifress,
I'll set ber on 10 draw the Mifor opart.] Mr. Pope has fulffed the Text, because it wanted a little help: so that, in ihe first place, we do not see what were the two things to be done : and, then, it
My wife must move for Caffio to her mistress:
that's brief; and bid, good-morrow,
[Mufick plays; and enter Clown from the House. Clown. Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they speak i’th’ nose thus ?
Muf. How, Sir, how ?
was lago, not his Wife, that was to draw the Moor apart. The old
Two things are to be done;
ril set ber on myself, a while, to draw the Moor apart.
Clown. Marry, Sir, by many a wind-instrument that I know. But, Masters, here's
for and the General so likes your musick, that he desires you
for love's fake to make no more 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 musíck, the General does not greatly care.
Muf. We have none such, Sir. Clown. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away. Go, vanish into air, away. Exeunt Mur. 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 stirring, tell her, there's one Casio entreats of her a little favour of speech. Wilt thou do this ?
Clown. She is stirring, Sir; if she will ftir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her.
[Exit Clown, Caf. Do, my good friend.
To bim, enter Iago. In happy time, Iago.
lago. You have not been a bed then?
Iago. I'll send her presently ;
[Exit. Caf. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.
To him, 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:
Cas. Yet I beseech you,
you think fit, or that it may be done, Give me advantage of fome brief discourse With Desdemona alone.
Æmil. Pray you, come in ;
Oth. These letters give, lago, 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.
lago. My good Lord, I'll do't. oil. This fortification, gentlemen, fhall we fee't? Gent. We'll wait upon your Lordship.
SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Æmilia.
Del. D E thou affur'd, good Celio, I will do
abilities in thy behalf. Æmil.Good Madam, do:I know, it grieves my husband As if the cause were his.
Def. Oh, that's an honeit fellow; doubt not, Caffio, But I will have my Lord and you again As friendly as you were.
Gas. Most bountcous Madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Calio,