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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.
lago. I'll send her presently;
[Exito Caf. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honelt.
To him, enter Æmilia.
Gaf. Yet I beseech you,
Emil. Pray yoll, coine in;
To speak your bosom freely.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen,
Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot,
lago. My good Lord, I'll do't.
[Exeunt, SCENE III. Changes to an apartment in the palace.
Enter Desdemona, Caffio, and Emilia.
Amil. Good Madam, do: I know it grioves my
Caf. Molt bounteous Madam,
Def. I know't, I thank you; you do love my Lord,
Caf. Ay, but, Lady,
. Do not doubt that; before Æ nilia here,
With Callio's suit : therefore be merry, Callio ;
Æmil. Madam, here comes my Lord.
Caf. Madam, not now; I'm very ill at ease,
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.
Oth. Who is't you mean?
Def. Why, your Lieutenant Callio. Good iny Lord,
Def. I, footh, fo humbled,
Oth. Not now, sweet Derdemona; some other time.
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:
Oth. I will deny thee nothing.
Def. Shall I deny you? no: farewel, my Lord.
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.
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 ?
Oih. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'lt thou aught in
Oih. Think, my Lord! why, by heav'n, thou echo'st
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;