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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 ?
What wound did euer heale, but by degrees ?
Thou knowest we worke by wit, and not by wichcraft,
And wit depends on dilatory time.
Do'st not go well ? Cafio has beaten thee,
And thou, by that small hurt, hast calheird Casio,
Tho other things grow faire against the sun,
But I fruites that blolome first, will first be ripe,
Content thy selfe awhile ; bi’the masse tis morning;
Pleasure, and action, make the houres seeme short:
Retire thee, goe where thou art billited,
Away I say, thou shalt know more hereafter
Nay get thee gon. Some things are to be done,
My wife must moue for Casio to her miftris,
I'le set her on.
My felfe awhile, to draw the Moore apart,
And bring him iumpe, when he may Casio finde,
Soliciting his wife : I, that's the way,
Dull not deuife by coldneffe and delay.

Exeunt.

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. Are these I pray, cald wind inftruments ?
Boy. I marry are they fir.
and fo. t a little more.

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Clo O, thereby hangs a tayle. .
Boy. Whereby hangs a tayle sir?

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 ?
Cio. No, I heare not your honest friend, I heare you.

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.

Caf. I humbly thanke you for it: I neuer knew À Florentine more kinde and honest.

Enter Emilla.

Em. Good morrow good leiutenant, I am sorry
For your displeasure, but all will soone be well,
The generall and his wife are talking of it,
And she speakes for you stoutly: the Moore replies,
That he you hurt is of great fame in Cypres,
And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisedome,
He might not but refuse you * but he protests he loues you,
And needes no other suitor but his likings,
To take the safest occafion by the front,
To bring you in againe.

Caf. Yet I beseech you,
If you thinke fit, or that it may be done,
Giue me aduantage of some briefe discourse
With Desdemona alone,

Em. Pray you come in,
I will bestow you where you shall haue time,
To speake your bosome freely t.

Exeunt,

Enter Othello, lago, and other gentlemen.

Oth. These letters giue lago, to the pilate,
And by him doe my duties to the state ;
That done, I will be walking on the workes,
Repaire there to me.

lag. Well my good lord, I'le do't.
Oth. This fortification gentlemen, shall wee fee't ?
Gent. We waite vpon your lordship.

Exeunt.

II for's.

you omitted.

+ Caf, I am much bound to you,

Enter

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,
As if the case were his.

Defd. O that's an honest fellow :-do not doubt Callio,
But I will haue my lord and you againe,
As friendly as you were.

Caf. Bountious madame,
What euer shall become of Michael Callio,
Hee's neuer any thing but your true seruant.

Def. O sir, I thanke you, you doe loue my lord :
You haue knowne him long, and be you well assur'd,
He shall in strangest, stand no farther off,
Then in a politique distance.

Caf. I but lady,
The * pollicy may either last so long,
Or feede vpon such nice, and watrilh diet,
Or breed it felfe, so out of circumstance,
That I being absent, and my place supplied,
My generall will forget my loue and seruice.

Defd. Doe not doubt that, before Emillia here,
I giue thee warrant of thy place ; assure thee
If I doe vowe a friendship, I'le performe it
To the last article ; my lord shall neuer rest,
I'le watch him tame, and talke him out of patience ;
His bed fall feeme a schoole, his boord a shrift,

intermingle euery thing he does,
With Casio's suite ; therefore be merry Casio,
For thy soiliciter shall rather die,
Than giue thee t cause away.

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Enter Othello, Iago, and gentlemen.

Em. Madam, here comes my lord.
Caf. Madam, I'le take my leaue.
Defd. Why stay and heare me speake.

Caf. Madam not now, I am very ill at ease,
Vnfit for mine owne purpose,
Defd. Well, doe your discretion.

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,
I haue beene talking with a suiter here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth. Who i’st you meane?

Des. Why your leiutenant Culio, good my lord,
If I haue any grace or power to moue you,'
His present reconfiliation take:
For if he be not one that truely loues you,
That erres in ignorance, and not in cunning,
I haue no iudgement in an honest face,
Į prethee call him backe.

Oth. Went he hence now?

Defd. Yes faith, so humbled,
That he has left part of his griefes with me,
I suffer with him; good love call him backe.

Othe

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