CAS. Masters, play here, I will content your pains,

Something that's brief; and bid, Good-morrow, general.

Enter Clown.

[Music.

CLO. Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they speak

i' th' nose thus ?

1 Mus. How, sir, how?

CLO. Are these, I pray you, wind instruments a?

1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir.

CLO. O, thereby hangs a tail.

1 Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

The quarto reads, " call'd wind instruments."

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, for love's sake, to make no more noise with it.

1 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.

1 Mus. We have none such, sir.

CLO. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I 'll away: Go; vanish into air; [Exeunt Musicians.

away.

CAS. Dost thou hear, my honest friend?

CLO. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you. CAS. 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? CLO. She is stirring, sir; if she will stir hither I shall seem to notify unto her.

EMIL. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry
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,

He might not but refuse you: but he protests he loves you;

And needs no other suitor, but his likings,

For love's sake. The quarto has the prettier phrase, of all loves.
The quarto, vanish away.

The words in brackets are not found in the folio.

EMIL. Good madam, do; I warrant it grieves my husband,

As if the caused were his.

DES. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not doubt, Cassio,
But I will have my lord and you again

lord:

He's never any thing but your true servant.
DES. I know 't,-I thank you: You do love my
You have known him long; and be you well assur'd
He shall in strangeness stand no farther off

That policy may either last so long,

Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstance,

That, I being absent, and my place supplied,
My general will forget my love and service.
DES. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,

I give thee warrant of thy place: assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship I 'll perform it

To the last article: my lord shall never rest;
I'll watch him tamea, and talk him out of patience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;

I'll intermingle every thing he does

With Cassio's suit: Therefore be merry, Cassio,

For thy solicitor shall rather die

Than give thy cause away.

What dost thou say?

Отн.
IAGO. Nothing, my lord: or if-I know not what.
Oтн. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
IAGO. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it,
That he would steal away so guilty-like,

a Hawks were tamed by being kept from sleep. Thus in Cartwright's 'Lady Errant'