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Nay, get thee gone. [Exit RODERIGO.] Two things ACT II
are to be done:

Sc. III
My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
I'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.

[exit.

ACT III
SCENE I. Cyprus. Before the Castle.

Enter Cassio and some Musicians.

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Cas. Masters, play here; I will content your pains ;
Something that's brief; and bid Good morrow, General.

[Music.
Enter the Clown.
Clo. Why, Masters, have your instruments been in

Naples, that they speak i’ the nose thus?
FIRST Mus. How, Sir, how !
Clo. Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments ?
FIRST Mus. Ay, marry, are they, Sir.
Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail.
FIRST Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, Sir ?
Clo. Marry, Sir, by many a wind-instrument that I

know. But, Masters, here's money for you; and the
General so likes your music, that he desires you, for

love's sake, to make no more noise with it.
FIRST Mus. Well, Sir, we will not.
Cro. 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.
FIRST 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

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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. Cas. Do, good my Friend.

[Exit Clown.

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Enter Iago.

In happy time, Iago.
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.
Cas. I humbly thank you for 't. (Exit Iago.] I never

knew
A Florentine more kind and honest.

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Enter EMILIA.
EMIL. 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 she speaks for you stoutly: the Moor replies,
That he 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 loves

you,
And needs no other suitor but his likings
To take the safest occasion by the front

To bring you in again.
Cas.

Yet, I beseech you-
If you think fit, or that it may be done
Give me advantage of some brief discourse
With Desdemona alone.

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EMIL.

Pray you, come in: I will bestow you where you shall have time

To speak your bosom freely. Cas.

I am much bound to you.

[exeunt.

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Enter OTHELLO, Iago, 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.
IAGO.

Well, my good Lord, I 'll do it.
OTH. This fortification, Gentlemen, shall we see 't?
GENT. We'll wait upon your Lordship. (exeunt.

SCENE III. The Same. The Garden of the Castle.

Enter DESDEMONA, Cassio, and EMILIA.
Des. Be thou assur’d, good Cassio, I will do

All my abilities in thy behalf.
EMIL. Good Madam, do: I warrant 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. I know't; I thank you. You do love my Lord : 10

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,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,

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Sc. III

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Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
That, I being absent, and my place supplied,

My General will forget my love and service.
Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here

I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article: my Lord shall never 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 does
With Cassio's suit: therefore be merry, Cassio;
For thy solicitor shall rather die
Than give thy cause away.

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Enter OTHELLO and Iago.
EMIL. Madam, here comes my Lord.
Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave.
Des. Why, stay, and hear me speak.
Cas. Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease,

Unfit for mine own purposes.
Des. Well, do your discretion.

[Exit Cassio.
Iago. Ha! I like not that.
Отн. .

What dost thou say? lago. Nothing, my Lord; or if—I know not what. OTH. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife? Iago. Cassio, my Lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,

That he would steal away so guilty-like,

Seeing you coming.
Отн. .

I do believe 'twas he.
Des. How now, my Lord !

I have been talking with a suitor here,

A man that languishes in your displeasure.
OTH. Who is 't you mean?
Des. Why, your Lieutenant, Cassio. 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.

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Отн.

Went he hence now? ACT III DES. Ay, sooth; so humbled,

Sc. III
That he hath left part of his grief with me,

To suffer with him. Good Love, call him back.
OTH. Not now, sweet Desdemon; some other time.
Des. But shall't be shortly?
Отн.

The sooner, Sweet, for you.
DES. Shall 't be to-night at supper?
Отн. .

No, not to-night.
Des. To-morrow dinner, then?
Отн. .

I shall not dine at home;
I meet the captains at the citadel.
DES. Why, then to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn; 60

On Tuesday noon, or night; on 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 examples
Out of our best) is not almost a fault
To incur a private check. When shall he come ?
Tell me, Othello : I wonder in my soul,
What you would ask me, that I should deny,
Or stand so mammering on.

What! Michael Cassio,
That came a-wooing with you; and so many a time, 71
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do

To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much-
OTH. Pr’ythee, no more: let him come when he will;

I will deny thee nothing.
DES.

Why, this is not a boon;
'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit
To

your own person : nay, when I have a suit
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poise and difficult weight,

And fearful to be granted.
Отн.

I will deny thee nothing;
Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.

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