Enter Cassio, and some Musicians.

Cas.
Masters, play here, I will content your pains,
Something that's brief; and bid—good morrow, general. [Musick. Enter Clown.

Clo.

Why, masters, have your instruments been at Naples ^note, that they play i'th' ^note nose thus?

1. M.

How, sir, how!

Clo.

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

1. M.

Ay, marry, are they, sir.

Clo.

O, thereby hangs a tale ^note.

1. M.

Whereby hangs a tale ^note, sir?

Clo.

Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But, masters, here's ^note &dagger2; money for you: and the general so likes your musick, that he desires you, for love's sake, to ^note make no more noise ^note with it.

1. M.

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. M.

We have none such, sir.

Clo.

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

Cas.

Dost thou hear, my honest ^note 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 &dagger2; for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general's wife, be ^note 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.

Cas.
Do, my good friend. ^note—In happy time, Iago.

Iag.
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.

Iag.
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.

Cas.
I humbly thank you for't ^note.— [Exit Iago.
I never knew a man14Q1504 more kind, and honest. Enter Emilia.

Emi.
Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry
For your displeasure; but all will soon be ^note 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, in wholsome wisdom,
He might not but refuse: but ^note, he protests, he loves you;
And needs no other suitor, but his likings,
To take the saf'st 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.

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

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

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