fpent, I ha bin to night exceedingly well cudgeld: I thinke the iffue will be, I fhall haue fo much experience for my paines, as that comes to, and no money at all, and with that 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'ft not go well? Caffio has beaten thee,

And thou, by that small hurt, haft cafheird Caffio,
Tho other things grow faire against the fun,
But fruites that blofome firft, will first be ripe,
Content thy felfe awhile; bi'the maffe tis morning;
Pleafare, and action, make the houres feeme short:
Retire thee, goe where thou art billited,
Away I fay, thou fhalt know more hereafter,
Nay get thee gon. Some things are to be done,
My wife muft moue for Caffio to her mistris,
I'le fet her on.

My felfe awhile, to draw the Moore apart,
And bring him iumpe, when he may Caffio finde,
Soliciting his wife: I, that's the way,

Dull not deuife by coldneffe and delay.

Enter Caffio, with mufitians and the Clowne.

Exeunt.

Caf. Mafters, play here, I will content your paines, Something that's briefe, and bid good morrow generall.

Clo. Why mafters, ha your instruments bin at Naples, that they speake i'th nose thus ?

Boy. How fir, how?

Clo. Are these I pray, cald wind instruments ?

Boy. I marry are they fir.

Clo.

Clo O, thereby hangs a tayle..

Boy. Whereby hangs a tayle fir?

Clo. Marry fir, by many a winde inftrument that I know: But mafters, heere's money for you, and the generall fo likes your musique, that hee defires you of all loues ‡, to make no more noyfe with it.

Boy. Well fir, we will not.

Clo. If you haue any mufique that may not bee heard, to't againe, but as they faay, to heare mufique, the generall does not greatly care.

Boy. We ha none fuch fir.

Cio. Then put your pipes in your bag, for I'le away; goe, vanish § away.

Caf. Docft thou heare my honeft friend?

Clo. 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 fpeech-wilt thou doe this?

Clo. She is ftirring fir, if she will firre hither, I fhall feeme to notifie vnto her.

Enter Iago.

Caf. Doe good my friend in happy time lago.

Jag. You ha not bin a bed then,

Caf. Why no, the day had broke before we parted :

I ha made bold lago, to fend in to your wife, my fuite to her, Is, that he will to vertuous Desdemona,

Procure me fome acceffe.

leg. I'le fend her to you prefently,

And Ile deuife a meane to draw the Moore

Out of the way, that your conuerfe and bufineffe,

May be more free.

Exit.

for loues fake. § vanish into aire.

Caf.

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

Enter Emilla.

Em. Good morrow good leiutenant, I am forry
For your displeasure, but all will foone be well,
The generall and his wife are talking of it,

And the speakes for you ftoutly: the Moore replies,
That he you hurt is of great fame in Cypres,

And great affinity, and that in wholesome wifedome,

*

He might not but refufe you but he protests he loues you, And needes no other fuitor 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 fome briefe difcourfe
With Desdemona alone,

Em. Pray you come in,

I will bestow you where you fhall haue time,
To speake your bosome freely †.

Enter Othello, Iago, and other gentlemen.

Exeunt.

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.

Iag. Well my good lord, I'le do't.

Oth. This fortification gentlemen, shall wee fee't?
Gent. We waite vpon your lordship.

Exeunt.

for't. you omitted. † Caf. I am much bound to you,

Enter

Enter Defdemona, Caffio and Emillia.

Def. Be thou affur'd good Caffio, I will doe All my abilities in thy behalfe.

Em. Good madam do, I know it grieues my husband,
As if the cafe were his.

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

Caf. Bountious madame,

What euer shall become of Michael Caffio,

Hee's neuer any thing but your true feruant.

Def. O fir, I thanke you, you doe loue my lord:
You haue knowne him long, and be you well affur'd,
He fhall in ftrangeft, ftand no farther off,
Then in a politique distance.

Caf. I but lady,

*

The policy may either last fo long,
Or feede vpon fuch nice, and watrish diet,
Or breed it felfe, fo out of circumstance,
That I being abfent, and my place fupplied,
My generall will forget my loue and feruice.

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

I'le intermingle euery thing he does,

With Caffio's fuite; therefore be merry Caffio,
For thy foiliciter shall rather die,

Than giue thee † cause away.

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 eafe,

Vnfit for mine owne purpose,:

Defd. Well, doe your difcretion.

Iag. Ha, I like not that.

Oth. What doest thou say?

Exit Caffio.

Jag. Nothing my lord, or if, I know not what.
Oth. Was not that Caffio parted from my wife?
lag. Caffio my lord ?-no fure, I cannot thinke it, r
That he would fneake away fo guilty-like,

Seeing you comming.

Oth. I doe belcene twas he.

Defd. How now my lord,

I haue beene talking with a fuiter here,

A man that languifhes in your displeasure.

Oth. Who i'ft you meane?

Def. Why your leiutenant Caffio, good my lord,

If I haue any grace or power to moue you,'

His prefent 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,
I prethee call him backe.

Oth. Went he hence now?

Defd. Yes faith, fo humbled,

That he has left part of his griefes with me,
I fuffer with him; good loue call him backe.

Oth.