Othello

by William Shakespeare

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ACT 3. SCENE I. Before the castle.

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Enter CASSIO and some Musicians

Cassio

Masters, play here; I will content your pains;

Something that's brief; and bid 'Good morrow, general.'

Music Enter Clown

Clown

Why masters, have your instruments been in Naples,

that they speak i' the nose thus?

First musician

How, sir, how!

Clown

Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments?

First musician

Ay, marry, are they, sir.

Clown

O, thereby hangs a tail.

First musician

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 music, that he desires you, for love's

sake, to make no more noise with it.

First musician

Well, sir, we will not.

Clown

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 musician

We have none such, sir.

Clown

Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away:

go; vanish into air; away!

Exeunt Musicians

Cassio

Dost thou hear, my honest friend?

Clown

No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.

Cassio

Prithee, 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?

Clown

She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I

shall seem to notify unto her.

Cassio

Do, good my friend.

Exit Clown Enter IAGO

In happy time, Iago.

Iago

You have not been a-bed, then?

Cassio

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.

Cassio

I humbly thank you for't.

Exit IAGO

I never knew

A Florentine more kind and honest.

Enter EMILIA

Emilia

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.

Cassio

Yet, I beseech you,

If you think fit, or that it may be done,

Give me advantage of some brief discourse

With Desdemona alone.

Emilia

Pray you, come in;

I will bestow you where you shall have time

To speak your bosom freely.

Cassio

I am much bound to you.

Exeunt