Cas.
Masters ^note, play here; I will content your pains;
Something that's brief; and bid ‘Good morrow, general ^note.’ [Music. Enter Clown. ^note

Clo.

Why, masters, have ^note your instruments been in ^note Naples, that they speak ^note i' the nose thus?

First Mus. ^note

How, sir, how!

Clo.

Are these, I pray you, ^note wind-instruments?

First Mus. ^note

Ay, marry, are they, sir.

Clo.

O, thereby hangs a tail ^note.

First Mus.

Whereby hangs a tale ^note, sir?

Clo.

Marry, sir, by many a wind-instrument that I know. But, masters, here's ^note money for you: and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, for love's sake ^note, to make no more ^note noise with it.

First Mus.

Well, sir, we will not.

Clo.

If you have any music that may not be heard, to 't again: but, as they say, to hear music the general does not greatly care.

First Mus.

We have ^note none such, sir.

Clo.

Then put up ^note your pipes in your bag, for I'll away ^note: go; vanish into air ^note; away!

Cas.

Dost thou hear, my ^note honest friend?

Clo.

No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you ^note.

Cas.

Prithee, keep up thy quillets. There's a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general's wife ^note be stirring, tell her there's one Cassio entreats her ^note a little favour of speech: wilt thou do this?

Clo.

She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I shall seem to ^note notify unto her.

Cas.
Do, good my ^note friend. ^note [Exit Clown. ^note

Enter Iago. ^note
In happy time, Iago.

Iago.
You have ^note not been a-bed ^note, then?

Cas.
Why, no; the day had broke
Before we parted. I have ^note made bold, Iago ^note,
To send in to your wife: my suit to her ^note
Is, that she will to virtuous ^note Desdemona ^note
Procure me some access.

Iago.
I'll send her to you ^note presently;
And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
Out of the way, that your converse and business
May be more free.

Cas.
I humbly ^note thank you for't ^note. [Exit Iago. ^note] I never knew
A ^note Florentine ^note more kind and honest. Enter Emilia.

Emil.
Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry
For your displeasure; but all will sure ^note be well.
The general and his wife are talking of it,
And she speaks for you stoutly: the Moor replies,
That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus
And great affinity, and that ^note in wholesome ^note wisdom

He might not but refuse you ^note; but he protests ^note he loves you,
And needs no other suitor but his likings ^note
To take the safest ^note occasion by the front ^note
To bring you in again.

Cas.
Yet, I beseech you,
If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me advantage of some brief discourse
With Desdemona ^note alone.

Emil.
Pray you ^note, come in:
I will bestow you where you shall have time
To speak your bosom freely.

Cas.
I am ^note much bound to you. ^note [Exeunt. ^{note note}

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