That shall enmesh them all.-How now, Roderigo? 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!— What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? Thou know'st, we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, Away, I say, thou shalt know more hereafter: My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart, 3bring him jump-] i. e. just at the time when. [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, [Musick. general.+ Enter Clown. Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been at Naples, that they speak i'the nose thus ? 1 Mus. How, sir, how! Clo. Are these, I pray you, called wind instru · ments? 1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir. Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail. 1 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 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. and bid-good-morrow, general.] It is the usual practice of the waits, or nocturnal minstrels, in several towns in the North of England, after playing a tune or two, to cry, "Good-morrow, maister such a one, good-morrow, dame," adding the hour, and state of the weather. It should seem to have prevailed at Stratfordupon-Avon. They formerly used hautboys, which are the windinstruments here meant. RITSON. 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 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. Enter IAGO. [Exit. Cas. Do, good my friend.—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. [Exit. Čas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest. Enter EMILIA. 5 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; 5 For your displeasure;] i. e. the displeasure you have incurred from Othello. And she speaks for you stoutly: The Moor replies, And needs no other suitor, but his likings, To take the saf'st occasion by the front, Cas. If you think fit, or that it may be done,→ Emil. Yet, I beseech you, Pray you, come in ; I am much bound to you. [Exeunt. I will bestow you where shall have time you To speak your bosom freely. Cas. SCENE II. A Room in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO, FAGO, and Gentlemen. Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot; And, by him, do my duties to the state: That done, I will be walking on the works, Repair there to me. 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. SCENE III. Before 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 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 As friendly as you were. Cas. you again Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, lord: Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my Cas. Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here, 6 I'll watch him tame,] Hawks and other birds are tamed by keeping them from sleep, to which management Shakspeare alludes. |