you and her husband, entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before. Cas. You advise me well. Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and honest kindness. 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. Cus. 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, Probal to thinking, and (indeed) the course In any honest suit; 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 sin,— His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Even as her appetite shall play the god With his weak function, How am I then a villain, Directly to his good? Divinity of hell! Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, And, by how much she strives to do him good, 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 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 !--- Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, 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; Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart, [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I.---Before the Castle. Enter CASSIO, and some Musicians. Cas. Masters, play here, I will content your pains, Something that's brief; and bid---good morrow, gene ral. Enter Clown. [Music. Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been at Naples, that they speak i'the nose thus? 1st Mus. How, sir, how! Clo. Are these, I pray you, called wind instruments? 1st Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir. Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail. 1st 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, of all loves, to make no more noise with it. 1st Mus. Well, sir, we will not. Clo. 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. 1st 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 piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general's wife be stirring, tell her, there's one Cas sio 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. Enter IAGO. [Exit. Cas. Do, good my friend.—In happy time, Iago. Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago, Iago. I'll send her to you presently; Out of the way, that your converse and business Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew Enter EMILIA. [Exit. 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; |