When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now: for whiles this honest fool
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortune,

And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
this pestilence into his ear—

pour

That she repeals him for her body's lust;
And by how much she strives to do him good,
She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch;
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.—

Enter RODERIGO.

How now, 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 again to Venice.

Tago. 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.

Does 't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee,

And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio :
Though other things grow fair against the sun,
Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe:
Content thyself a while.-By the mass, 'tis morning;
Pleasure, and action, make the hours seem short.
Retire thee; go where thou art billeted:

Away, I say, thou shalt know more hereafter:

Nay, get thee gone. [Exit RODERIGO.] Two things are to be

done

My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress,
I'll set her on;

Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart,
And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
Soliciting his wife :-ay, that's the way;
Dull not device by coldness and delay.

[Exit.

Oth. Why did I marry?-This honest creature, doubtless,
Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.-Act III. Sc. 3.

ACT III.

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.

Enter Clown.

[Music.

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

First Mus. How, sir, how!

Clo. Are these, I pray you, wind instruments?

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

Clo. O, thereby hangs a tale. 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 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. First 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. 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.

Cas. Do, good my friend.—

[Exit Clown.

Enter IAGO.

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,
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

Out of the way, that your converse and business

May be more free.

Cas. I humbly thank you for 't. [Exit IAGO.] I never knew

A Florentine more kind and honest.

Enter EMILIA.

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,

To take the saf'st occasion by the front,

To bring you in again.

If

Cas.

If you

Yet, I beseech you—

think fit, or that it may be done— Give me advantage of some brief discourse

With Desdemona alone.

Emil.

Pray you, come in ; I will bestow you where you shall have time

To speak your bosom freely.

Cas.

I am much bound to you.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II-A Room in the Castle.

Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Gentlemen.
Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot ;
And, by him, do my duties to the senate:
That done, I will be walking on the works—
Repair there to me.

Iago.

Well, my good lord, I'll do 't. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen-shall we see 't?

Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The Garden of the Castle.

Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and EMILIA.

Des. Be thou assur'd, good Cassio, I will do

All my abilities in thy behalf.

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

As if the cause were his.