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Act 3, Scene 1

Enter CASSIO and some Musicians.

CASSIO: Masters, play here; I will content your pains;
Something that's brief; and bid 'Good morrow, general.'

Enter Clown.

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

First Musician: How, sir, how!     [5]

Clown: Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments?

First Musician: Ay, marry, are they, sir.

Clown: O, thereby hangs a tail.

First Musician: Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

Clown: Marry. sir, by many a wind-instrument that I know.     [10]
But, masters, here's money for you: and the general so likes
your music, that he desires you, for love's sake, to make no
more noise with it.

First Musician: Well, sir, we will not.

Clown: If you have any music that may not be heard, to't again:     [15]
but, as they say to hear music the general does not greatly care.

First Musician: We have none such, sir.

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

[Exeunt Musicians.]

CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend?     [20]

Clown: No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.

CASSIO: Prithee, keep up thy quillets. There's a poor piece
of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general's
wife be stirring, tell her there's one Cassio entreats her a little
favour of speech: wilt thou do this?     [25]

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

CASSIO: Do, good my friend.
[Exit Clown.]
Enter IAGO.
                                         In happy time, Iago.

IAGO: You have not been a-bed, then?

CASSIO: Why, no; the day had broke     [30]
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.

IAGO:                    I'll send her to you presently;
And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor     [35]
Out of the way, that your converse and business
May be more free.

CASSIO: I humbly thank you for't.
[Exit IAGO.]
                                         I never knew
A Florentine more kind and honest.


EMILIA: Good morrow, good Lieutenant: I am sorry     [40]
For your displeasure; but all will sure 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 in wholesome wisdom     [45]
He might not but refuse you; but he protests he loves you
And needs no other suitor but his likings
To take the safest occasion by the front
To bring you in again.

CASSIO:                Yet, I beseech you,
If you think fit, or that it may be done,     [50]
Give me advantage of some brief discourse
With Desdemona alone.

EMILIA:                Pray you, come in;
I will bestow you where you shall have time
To speak your bosom freely.

CASSIO: I am much bound to you.     [55]


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