And by how much the ftrives to do him good,
She fhail undo her Credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her Virtue into pitch,

And out of her own goodneís make the Net,
That fhall enmash them all.

How now, Rodorigo?

Enter Rodorigo.

Rod. I do follow here in the Chace, not like a Hound that haunts, but one that fills up the Cry. My Mony is almost spent; I have been to Night exceedingly well cudgelJed; and I think the Iffue will be, I fhall have fo much Experience for my Pains; and fo with no Mony at all, and a little more Wit, return again to Venice.

Jag. How poor are they that have not patience?
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Thou know'ft we work by Wit, and not by Witchcraft;
And Wit depends on dilatory time:

Does't not go well? Caffio hath beaten thee,
And thou by that small hurt haft cashier'd Caffio:
Tho' other things grow fair against the Sun,
Yet Fruits that bloffom firft, will first be ripe :
Content thy felf a while. In troth 'tis Morning;
Pleasure and A&ion make the hours feem short.
Retire thee; go where thou art Billetted:
Away, I fay, thou shalt know more hereafter:
Nay, get the gone.

Two things are to be done;

[Exit Rodorigo.

My Wife must move for Caffio to her Mistress:

I'll fet her on my felf a while, to draw the Moor apart,
And bring him jump, when he may Caffie find
Solliciting his Wife: Ay, that's the way:
Dull not Device, by coldness and delay.

[Exit.

ACT

ACT III S CE NE I

SCENE Othello's Palace.

Enter Caffio, Muficians, and Clown.

Caf.MAfters, play here. I will content your Pains,

Something that's brief; and hid good mor

row, General.

Clown. Why, Mafters, have your Inftruments been in Naples, that they speak i'th' Nose thus?

Muf. How, Sir, how?

Clown. Are thefe, I pray you, wind Inftruments?
Muf. Ay, marry are they, Sir.

Clown. Oh, thereby hangs a Tale.

Muf. Whereby hangs a Tale, Sir?

3

Clown. Marry, Sir, by many a wind Inftrument that I know. But, Mafters, here's Mony for you: And the General fo likes your Mufick, that he defires you for loves Sake to make no Noife with it.

Muf. Well, Sir, we will not.

Clown. If you have any Mufick that may not be heard, to't again. But, as they fay, to hear Mufick, the General does not greatly care.

Muf. We have none fuch, Sir...

Clown. Then put up your Pipes in your Bag, for. I'll away,

Go, vanish into Air, away.

[Exit Muf.

Caf. Doft thou hear me, mine honeft Friend? Clown. No, I hear not your honeft Friend; I hear you. Caf. Prethee, keep up thy Quillet, there's a poor piece of Gold for thee: If the Gentlewoman that attends the General's Wife be ftirring, tell her there's one Caffio entreats of her a little Favour of Speech. Wilt thou do this?

Clown. She is firring, Sir, if she will stir hither, I shall feem to notifie unto her. [Exit Clown.

Caf. Do my good Friend.

In happy time, Jago.

Enter Jago.

Jago. You have not been a-bed then?

Caf

Caf. Why, no; the day had broke before we parted.
I have made bold, Fago, to fend in to your Wife;
My fuit to her is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona
Procure me fome accefs.

Jago. I'll fend her to you prefently:

And I'll devife a Mean to draw the Moor

Out of the way, that your Converse and Business
May be more free.

Caf. I humbly thank you for't.
A Florentine more kind and honeft.

Enter Emilia.

I never knew

Exit.

Emil. Good morrow, good Lieutenant, I am forry
For your Difpleafure; but all will fare be well.
The General and his Wife are talking of it:
And the fpeaks for you ftoutly. The Moor replies;
That he you hurt is of great Fame in Cyprus,

And great Affinity; and that in wholfom Wifdom

He might not but refufe you. But he protefts he loves you, And needs no other Suitor but his likings,

To bring you in again.

Caf. Yet, I beseech you,

If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me Advantage of fome brief Difcourfe
With Desdemon alone.

Emil. Pray, come in;

I will beftow you where you fhall have time
To fpeak your Bofom freely.

Caf. I am much bound to you.

Enter Othello, Jago, and Gentlemen.

Oth. Thefe Letters give, Jago, 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.

Jago. Well, my good Lord, I'll do't.

[Exeunt.

Oth. This Fortification, Gentlemen, shall we jfee't?
Gent. We'll wait upon your Lordship.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE II. An Apartment.

Enter Defdemona, Caffio, and Emilia.

Def. Be thou affur'd, good Caffio, 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.

Def. Oh that's an honest Fellow; do not doubt, Caffia, But I will have my Lord and you again

As friendly as you were,

Caf. Bounteous Madam,

Whatever fhall become of Michael Caffia,
He's never any thing but your true Servant..

Def. I know't, I thank you; you do love my Lord,
You have known him long, and be you well affur'd,
He fhall in ftrangene fs ftand no farther off,
Than in a politick distance.

Caf. Ay, but Lady,

That Policy may either laft fo long,
Or feed upon fuch nice and waterish Diet,
Or breed it felf fo out of Circumstances,
That I being abfent, and my place fupply'd,
My General will forget my Love and Service..

Def. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,
I give thee Warrant of thy place. Affure thee,
If I do vow a Friendship, I'll perform it

To the laft Article. My Lord fhall never rest,
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of Patience;
His Bed fhall feem a School, his Boord a Shrift,
I'll intermingle every thing he do's

With Caffio's fuit: Therefore be merry, Caffia,
For thy Sollicitor fhall rather die,

Than give thy Caufe away,

Enter Othello and Jago.

Amil. Madam, here comes my Lord.

Caf. Madam, I'll take my leave.

Def. Why ftay, and hear me fpeak.

Caf

Caf. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease. Unfit for mine own purposes.

Def. Well, do your difcretion.

Jago. Hah? I like not that.
Oth. What doft thou say?

Jago. Nothing, my Lord; or if

[Exit Caffio.

I know not what.

Oth. Was not that Caffio parted from my Wife?

Fago. Caffio, my Lord? No fure, I cannot think it, That he would freal away fo guilty-like,

Seeing you coming.

Oth. I do believe 'twas he.

Def. How now, my Lord?

I have been talking with a Suitor here,
A Man that languishes in your Difpleasure.

Oth. Who is't you mean?

Def. Why your Lieutenant Caffio. Good my Lord, If I have any grace, or power to move you,

His prefent reconciliation take.

For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in Ignorance, and not in Cunning,
I have no judgment in an honeft Face.
I prethee call him back.

Oth. Went he hence now?
Def. In footh, fo humbled,

That he hath lef: part of his Grief with me

To fuffer with him. Good Love, call him back.

Oth. Not now, fweet Defdemona, fome other time.
Def. But fhall't be shortly?

Oth. The fooner, Sweet, for you.

Def. Shall't be to Night, at Supper?
Oth. No, not to Night.

Def. To morrow Dinner then?
Oth. I fhall not dine at home:

I meet the Captains at the Citadel.

Def. Why then to morrow Night, on Tuesday morn,
On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn.
I prethee name the time, but let it not-

Exceed three Days; in faith he's Penitent:
And yet his Trefpafs, in our common reason,
Save that they fay the Wars muft make Example,