Yet fruits, that bloffom first, will first be ripe. Content thyself a while. In troth, 'tis morning, Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Retire thee; go where thou art billeted. Away, I fay. Thou fhalt know more hereafter. -Nay, get thee gone. [Exit Rodorigo. Two things are to be done; My wife muft move for Caffio to her mistress: Myself, the while, will draw the Moor apart, [Exit. ASTERS, play here,---I will content your MAS pains, Something that's brief; and bid, Good-morrow, General. [Mufick plays; and enter Clown from the Houfe. with the fame diligence, fome muft fucceed fooner than others, by the order of nature. Every thing cannot be done at once; we muft proceed by the necessary gradation. We are not to deSpair of flow events any more than of tardy fruits, while the caufes are in regular progrefs, and the fruits grow fair a ainft the Sun. Hanmer has not, I think, rightly conceived the fentiment, for he reads, Thofe fruits which bloom fuft, are not firft ripe. I have therefore drawn it out at length, for there are few to whom that will be eafy which was difficult to Hanmer. Clown. Clown. Why, mafters, have your inftruments been in Naples, that they fpeak i' th' nofe thus? Muf. How, Sir, how? Clown. Are thefe, I pray you, wind inftruments? Clown. Oh, thereby hangs a tail. Muf. Whereby hangs a tale, Sir? Clown. Marry, Sir, by many a wind-inftrument that I know. But, Mafters, here's mony for you: and the General fo likes your mufick, that he defires you of all loves to make no more noise with it. Muf. Well, Sir, we will not. Clown. If you have any mufick that may not be heard, to't again; but, as they fay, to hear mufick the General does not greatly care. Muf. We have none fuch, Sir. Clown. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away. Go. Vanish into air. Away. [Exeunt Muf. Caf. Doft 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 Caffio entreats of her a little favour of Speech. Wilt thou do this? Clown. She is ftirring, Sir, if she will ftir hither. I fhall feem to notify unto her. Caf. Do, my good friend. To him, enter Iago. In happy time, Iago. 7 Why, mafters, have your inftruments been in Naples, that they speak' th' nofe thus?] The venereal disease first appeared at VOL. VIII. [Exit Clown, lago. You have not been abed then? Caf. Why, no; the day had broke before we parted. I have made bold to fend in to your wife; Is, that he will to virtuous Desdemona Iago. I'll fend her presently; And I'll devife a mean to draw the Moor Out of the way, that your converse and business Caf. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew To him, enter Æmilia. [Exit. Emil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant. I am forry For your displeasure; but all will, fure, be well. The General and his wife are talking of it: And the fpeaks for you ftoutly. The Moor replies, That he, you hurt, is of great fame in Cyprus, And great affinity; and that in wholesome wifdom He might not but refufe you. But he protefts, he loves you; And needs no other fuitor, but his likings, "To take the firft occafion by the front To bring you in again. If Caf. Yet I beseech you, you think fit, or that it may be done, Give me advantage of fome brief difcourfe With Desdemona alone. Emil. Pray you, come in; I will bestow you where you fhall have time To speak your bofom freely. Caf. I am much bound to you. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE II. Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen. Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot, Iago. My good Lord, I'll do't. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen-shall we fee't? SCENE [Exeunt. III. Changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter Defdemona, Caffio, and Æmilia, Def.B E thou affur'd, good Caffio, I will do Emil. Good Madam, do. I know, it grieves my husband As if the caufe were his. Def. Oh, that's an honeft fellów. Doubt not, Caffio, But I will have my Lord and you again As friendly as you were. Caf. Most bounteous Madam, Whatever fhall become of Michael Caffio, He's never any thing but your true fervant. Def. I know't; I thank you. You do love my Lord; You've known him long; and, be you well affur'd, He shall in ftrangenefs ftand no farther off Thank in a politick distance. Caf. Ay, but, lady, › That policy may either last fo long, Def. Do not doubt that, before Emilia here, To the last article. My Lord fhall never reft; With Caffio's fuit; therefore be merry, Caffio; SCENE V. Enter Othello, and Iago, at distance. Emil. Madam, here comes my Lord. Caf. Madam, not now. I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. Def. Well, do your discretion. 9 That policy may either laft fo long] He may either of himself think it politick to keep mé out of office fo long, or he may be fatisfied with fuch flight reafons, or so many accidents may make him think my re-ad [Exit Caffio. miffion at that time improper, that I may be quite forgotten. I'll watch him tame,-] It is faid, that the ferocity of beafts, infuperable and irreclaimable by any other means, is fubdued by keeping them from sleep. |