Clown: Why masters, have your instruments been in Naples,
that they speak i' the nose thus?
First Musician: How, sir, how! 
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. 
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: 
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!
CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend? 
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? 
Clown: She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I shall seem
to notify unto her.
CASSIO: Do, good my friend.[Exit Clown.]
In happy time, Iago.
IAGO: You have not been a-bed, then?
CASSIO: 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.