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Clown. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.

Gaf. Pr’yilee, keep up thy quillets, there's a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that atiends the General's wife be stirring, tell her there's one Caro fio intreats of her a little favour of speech. Will thuy do this?

Clown. She is firring, Sir; if she will fir hither, I fall seem to notify unto her. [Exit Clowa. Caf. Do, my good friend,

To hin, enter Iago. In liappy time, Iago.

lago. You have not been a-bed then ?

Cal. Why, no ; the day had broke before we parted.
I have made bold to send in to your wife;
My fuit is, that the will to Desdemona
Procure me fone access.

lago. I'll send her presently;
And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
Out of the way, that your converse and businefs
May be more free.

[Exito Caf. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honelt.

To him, enter Æmilia.
nil. 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 the speaks for you stoutly. The Moor replies,
'That lie you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus,
And great affinity; and that in wisuom
He might not but refuse you. But he protests he loves
And needs no other suitor, but his likings, [you;
To bring you in again,

Gaf. Yet I beseech you,
If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me advantage of some bricf discourse
With Derdemona alone.

Emil. Pray yoll, coine in;
I will bestow you where you shall have time


To speak your bosom freely.
Caf. I'm much bound to you.

[Exeunt. SCENE II. 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.

lago. My good Lord, I'll do't.
Oth. This fortification, Gentlemen, shall we see'ts
Gen. We'll wait upon your Lordship.

[Exeunt, SCENE III. Changes to an apartment in the palace.

Enter Desdemona, Caffio, and Emilia.
Def. Be thou afl'ur'd good Caffio, I will do
All iny abilities in thy behalf.

Amil. Good Madam, do: I know it grioves my
As if the cause were his.

Def. Oh, that's an honest fellow; doubt not, Caflio,
But I will have my Lord and you again
As friendly as you were.

Caf. Molt bounteous Madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Callio,
He's never any thing but your true fervant.

Def. I know't, I thank you; you do love my Lord,
You've known him long; and, be you well assur’d,
He shall in strangcnels itand no farther off
Than in a politic distance.

Caf. Ay, but, Lady,
That policy may either last fo long,
Or feed upon such nice and wateriih diet,
Or breed itself to out of circumstances,
That I being absent, and my place fupply'd,
My general will forget my love and service.

. Do not doubt that; before Æ nilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy place. Afsure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article. My Lord ihall never rest;
I'll watch hiin tame, and talk him out of patience ;
His bed shall seein a school, his board a fhrift;
I'll intermingle every thing he does


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With Callio's suit : therefore be merry, Callio ;
For thy soliciter shall rather die,
Than give thy cause away.
SCENE IV. Enter Othello and lago at distance.

Æmil. Madam, here comes my Lord.
Caf. Madam, I'll take my leave.
Def. Why, stay and hear me 1peak.

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

Def. Well, do your discretion. [Exit Caflio. lago. Hah! I like not that. Oth. What doit thou say ? lago. Nothing, my Lord; or if- I know not what. Oth. Was not that Caffio parted from my wife ?

lago. Caflio, my Lord :-- 110, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming.

Oth. I believe 'twas he.
Der How now, my

Lord ?
1 have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth. Who is't you mean?

Def. Why, your Lieutenant Callio. Good iny Lord,
If I have any grace, or power to move you,
His present 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 honest face.
1 pr’ythee call him back.
Oth. Went he hence now !

Def. I, footh, fo humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me,
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

Oth. Not now, sweet Derdemona; some other time.
Def Rut shall't be shortly?
01h. The sooner, sweet, for you.
Def. Shall't be tonight at lupper ?
Oth. Not to'night
Der To-morrow dinner then?
Oth. I Mall not dine at home :
Curring, for design, or purt'si simply.

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I meet the captain's at the citadel.

Def. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday morn, Or Tuesday noon, or night, or Wednesday morn, I pr’ythee, name the time; but let it not Exceed three days; in faith, he's penitent : And yet his trespass, in our common reason, (Save, that they say, the wars must make examples Out of their belt), is not almost a fault T' incur a private check. When shall he come? Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul, What


would ask me, that I would deny, Or stand so mutt'ring on? What? Michael Caflio! That came a-wooing with you, and many a time, When I have spoke of you difpraifingly, Hath ta’en your part, to have so much to do To bring him in trust me, I could do much

Oth. Pr’ythee, no more; let him come when he will, I will deny thee nothing.

Def. Why, this is not a boon:
'Tis as I thould intreat you wear your cloaths,
Or feed on nourishing meats, or keep you warın;
Or fue to you, to do peculiar profit
To your own person. Nay, when I have fuit,
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It thall be full of poize and difficulty,
And fearful to be granted.

Oth. I will deny thee nothing.
Whereon I do beleech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.

Def. Shall I deny you? no: farewel, my Lord.
Oth. Farewel, my Desdemona, l'll come strait.
Del. Æmilia, come: be as your fancies teach you ;
Whate'er you be, I xin obedient.


SCENE V. Manent Othello and Iago. Oth.Excellent wretch!-- Perdition catch


soul, " But I do love thee; and when I love thče not, “ Chaos is come again.”

Iags. My Noble Lord.
Dih. What doit thou fay, lago?

lago Did Michael Caflio, when you woo'd my Lady, Know of your love?


Orh. He did from first to last: why dost thou ask?

lagg. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No farther harm,

Oih. Why of thy thought, Iago ?
lago. I did not think be'd been acquainted with it.
Oik. Oh, yes, and went between us very oft.
Jago. Indeed !

Oih. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'lt thou aught in
Is le not honest ?

lagi. Honest, my Lord ?
Oih. Honest ? ay honeít.
Lage. My Lord, for aught I know.
Orh. What dost thou think !
lagu. Think, my Lord !

Oih. Think, my Lord! why, by heav'n, thou echo'st
As if there were lome monster in thy thought, [ine;
Too bideous to be shewn. Thou dost mean something:
I heard thee say but now, thou likift not that:---
When Cailio left my wife. What did it not like?
And when I told thee, he was of my counsel,
In my whole couric of wooing; thou cry'dit, Indeed!
And didit contract and purse thy brow together,
As if ihou then hadît shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit. If thou doit love me,
Shew me thy thought.

lago. My Lord, you know I love you.

Oth. I think thou dost. • And for I know thou art full of love and honesty, “ And weigh'it thy words beforethou giv'st thembreath, • Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: * For such things in a false disloyal knave, " Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, They're cold dilations working from the heart, That pallion cannot rule.

lago. For Michael Callio, I dare be sworn, I think, that he is honest.

Oib. I think fo too.

lage. Men thould be what they seem ; Or, those th:it be not. ’would they might seem knaves !

Ooh. Certain, men Diould be what they feem. lago. Why, then I think Callin's an honelt man. Oih. Nay, yet there's more in this;

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