She shall undo her credit with the Moor. Enter RODErigo. Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent ; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and I think the issue will be,-I shall have so much experience for my pains and so, with no money at all, and a little more wit, return to Venice. Iago. How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And wit depends on dilatory time. Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.- My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart, LACTI SCENE I.-Before the Castle. Enter CASSIO, and some Musicians. Cas. Masters, play here (I will content your pains) Something that 's brief; and bid "Good-morrow, general." [Music. Enter Clown. Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been at Naples, that they speak i' the nose thus? 1st Mus. How, sir, how? Clo. Are these, I pray you, called wind instruments? 1st Mus. Ay, marry are they, sir. Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail. 1st Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir? Clo. 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, of all loves, to make no more noise with it. 1st 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. 1st Mus. We have none such, sir. Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away. Go; vanish into air; away. [Exeunt Musicians. Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend ? Clo. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you. Cas. Pr'y thee, 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? Clo. She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her. [Exit. Enter IAGO. Cas. Do, good my friend.—In happy time, Iago. Iago. You have not been abed, then? Cas. Why, no: the day had broke Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago, For Enter EMILIA. Emil. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry your displeasure; but all will soon 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, He might not but refuse you: but he protests he loves you, And needs no other suitor but his likings Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, Des. O sir, I thank you. You do love my lord: That policy may either last so long Des. Do not doubt that: before Emilia here, Than give thy cause away. Enter OTHELLO and IAGO, at a distance. Emil. And hear me speak. Cas. Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease; Unfit for mine own purposes. Des. Well, do your discretion. [Exit CASSIO. Iago. Ha! I like not that. Oth. What dost thou say? Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if-I know not what. Oth. Was not that Cassio parted from wife? my Iago. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming. Oth. I do believe 't was he. Des. How now, my lord? Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn: I pray thee, name the time; but let it not That came a wooing with you; and so many a time, When I have spoke of you dispraisingly, Oth. Pr'y thee, no more: let him come when he will: I will deny thee nothing. Des. Why, this is not a boon : "T is as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm; Or sue to you to do peculiar profit To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit Oth. I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself. Des. Shall I deny you? no. Farewell, my lord. Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to thee straight. Des. Emilia, come.-Be it as your fancies teach you: Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit with EMILIA. Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and, when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name, Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought. O beware, my lord, of jealousy: It is the green-eyed monster which doth make The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damnéd minutes tells he o'er, Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! Oth. O misery! Iago. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough: But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Oth. Why! why is this? To such exsufflicate and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. "T is not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company; Is free of speech; sings, plays, and dances well: Iago. I am glad of this; for now I shall have reason To shew the love and duty that I bear you In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks Not to affect many proposéd matches Oth. Farewell, farewell. If more thou dost perceive, let me know more: Set on thy wife to observe. Leave me, lago. Iago. My lord, I take my leave. [Going. Oth. Why did I marry?—This honest creature, doubtless, Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Iago. My lord, I would I might entreat your honour To scan this thing no further: leave it to time. Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA. If she be false, O then heaven mocks itself!I'll not believe it. |