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her help, to put you in your place again. She is of fo free, fo kind, fo apt, so blefied a difpofition, 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 fincerity of love, and honest kindness.
Caf. 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.
lago. You are in the right: good-night, lieutenant, I must to the watch.
Caf. Good-night, honest lago. [Exit Caffio.
Iago. And what's he then, that says, I play the villain?
any honest fuit; she's fram'd as fruitful
would ever have said, any one-devoted himself to the Devotement of any thing. All the Copies agree; but the mistake certainly arose from a fingle Letter being turned uplide down at Press,
When Devils will their blackest fins put on,
pour this pestilence into his ear,
up cry. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingiy 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!
[Exit Rodorigo. Two things are to be done; (21)
My (21) Two things are to be done ;
My Wifi mufi move for Callio zo ber Mires,
I'll set ber on 10 draw the Minor cpart.] Mr. Pope has fulffed the Text, becaule it wanted a little help: so that, in the first place, we do not see what were the two things to be done : and, then, it
My wife must move for Casio to her mistress:
[Mufick plays; and enter Clown from the House. Clown. Why, mafturs, have your instruments been in Naples, that they ipeak i'th' nose thus ?
Muf. How, Sir, how?
was lago, not his Wife, that was to draw the Moor apart. The old Books read;
-Two things are to be done;
This unreasonable long Alexandrine was certainly a Blunder of the Editors: A fight transposition and Change will regulate it, as the Poet intended,
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 sake 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 musick, the General does not greatly care.
Muf. We have none such, Sir. Clorun. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away. Go, vanish into air, away. [Exeunt Muf. Cal. 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 Calio 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 him, enter Iago. In happy time, lago.
lago. You have not been a bed then ?
Iago. I'll send her presently;
[Exiz. 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, fure, be well.
'The General and his wife are talking of it:
Cas. Yet I beseech you,
be done, Give me advantage of some brief discourse With Desdemona alone.
Æmil. Pray you, come in ;
Enter Othello, lago, and Gentlemen.
Oth. These letters give, lago, to the pilot,
. My good Lord, I'll do't. Oih. This fortification, gentlemen, shall we see't ? Gent. We'll wait upon your Lordship. [Exeunt.
SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Desdemona, Caffio, and Æmilia.
Del. D E thou assur’d, good Cofio, 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 honest 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 Caffio,