Cas. 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. Cas. Good night, honest Iago. [Exit CASSIO. Iago. And what 's he then, that says, I play the villain? - When this advice is free, I give, and honest, In any honest suit: she's fram'd as fruitful' To win the Moor, were 't to renounce his baptism, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, So will I turn her virtue into pitch; And out of her own goodness make the net, Enter RODERigo. Rod. I do follow here in the chace, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My 7 Liberal, bountiful. 8 Even. • Recalls. money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and, I think, the issue will be I shall have so much experience for my pains and so, with no money at all, and a little more wit, return to Venice. Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience! What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And wit depends on dilatory time. Does 't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, Though other things grow fair against the sun, Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter: Nay, get thee gone. [Exit ROD.] Two things are to be done, My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; I'll set her on; draw the Moor apart, when he may Cassio find Ay, that's the way; coldness and delay. Just at the time. [Exit. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE 1. Before the Castle. Enter CASSIO, and some Musicians. Cas. Masters, play bere, I will content your pains, Something that 's brief; and bid-good-morrow, general. [Musick. Enter Clown. Clo. Masters, here 's money for you: and the general so likes your musick, that he desires you, of all loves, to make no more noise with it. 1 Mus. Well, sir, we will not. Clo. 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. 1 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'ý thee, 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? 2 Nice distinctions. Clo. She is stirring, sir; if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her. Enter IAGO. [Exit. Cas. Do, good my friend. In happy time, Iago, Iago. You have not been a-bed then? Procure me some access. I'll send her to you presently; And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor [Exit. Cas. I humbly thank you for 't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest. Enter EMILIA. Emil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry For your displeasure; but all will soon 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 saf'st occasion by the front, Cas. If you Yet, I beseech you, think fit, or that it may be done, Give me advantage of some brief discourse With Desdemona alone. Emil. Pray you, come in ; you shall have time I will bestow you where Cas. I am much bound to you. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Á Room in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Gentlemen. Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot; Iago. Well, my good lord, I'll do 't. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen, — shall we see 't? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt. All SCENE II. Before the Castle. Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and EMILIA. Des. Be thou assur'd, good Cassio, I will do my abilities in thy behalf. Emil. Good madam, do; I know 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. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord: You have known him long; and be you well assur'd, |