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spent, I ha bin to night exceedingly well cudgeld : I thinke the issue will be, I shall haue so much experience for my paines, as that comes to, and * no money at all, and with that t wit returne to Venice.
lag. How poore are they that ha not patience ?
Enter Cassio, with musitians and the Clowne. Caf. Masters, play here, I will content your paines, Something that's briefe, and bid good morrow generall.
Clo. Why masters, ha your instruments bin at Naples, that they speake i'th nose thus ?
Boy. How sir, how ?
Clo O, thereby hangs a tayle. .
Clo. Marry sir, by many a winde instrument that I know: But masters, hcere's money for you, and the generall so likes your musique, that hee desires you of all loues f, to make no more noyse with it.
Boy. Well sir, we will not.
Clo. If you hauc any inusique that may not bee heard, to't againe, but as they saay, to heare musique, the generall does not greatly care.
Boy. We ha none such sir.
Cl. Then put your pipes in your bag, for I'le away ; goe, vaniss ģ away.
Caf. Docst thou heare my honest friend ?
Caf. Preethee keepe vp thy quillets, there's a poore peece of gold for thee , if the gentlewoman that attends the generals wife be stirring, tell her there's one Caffio, entreates her a little fauour of speech-wilt thou doe this?
Clo. She is stirring fir, if she will stirre hither, I shall secme to notifie vnto her.
Enter lago. Caf. Doe good my friend : in happy time lago. lag. You ha not bin a bed then,
Caf: Way no, the day had broke before we parted : I ha made bold lago, to send in to your wife,--my suite to her, Is, that he will co vertuous Desdemona, Procure mi some accessc.
leg. l'le fend her to you prosently, And Ile dcuise a meane to draw the Moore Out of the way, that your converse and businesse, may be more tree.
Exit. 1 for loves fake, & vanifs into aire.
Caf. I humbly thanke you for it: I neuer knew À Florentine more kinde and honest.
Em. Good morrow good leiutenant, I am sorry
Caf. Yet I beseech you,
Em. Pray you come in,
Enter Othello, lago, and other gentlemen.
Oth. These letters giue lago, to the pilate,
lag. Well my good lord, I'le do't.
+ Caf, I am much bound to you,
Enter Desdemona, Callio and Emillia.
Def. Be thou assur'd good Casio, I will doe All my abilities in thy behalfe.
Em. Good madam do, I know it grieues my husband,
Defd. O that's an honest fellow :-do not doubt Callio,
Caf. Bountious madame,
Def. O sir, I thanke you, you doe loue my lord :
Caf. I but lady,
Defd. Doe not doubt that, before Emillia here,
intermingle euery thing he does,
Enter Othello, Iago, and gentlemen.
Em. Madam, here comes my lord.
Caf. Madam not now, I am very ill at ease,
Exit Caffio. lag. Ha, I like not that. Oth. What doelt thou say? lag. Nothing my lord, or if, I know not what. Oth. Was not that Gallia parted from my wife?
lag. Cafio my lord ?--no fure, I cannot thinke it, That he would sneake away so guilty-like, Seeing you commiog.
Oth. I doe belcere twas he.
Defd. How now my lord,
Oth. Who i’st you meane?
Des. Why your leiutenant Culio, good my lord,
Oth. Went he hence now?
Defd. Yes faith, so humbled,