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you and her husband, entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before,

Cas. You advise me well.

Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and honest kindness.

Cas. I think it freely; and, betimes in the morning, I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes, if they check me here.

Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant;
I must to the watch.

Cus. Good night, honest Iago. [Exit Cassio.
Iago. And what's he then, that says,-1 play the

villain?
When this advice is free, I give, and honest,
Probal to thinking, and (indeed) the course
To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy
The inclining Desdemona to subdue
In any honest suit; she's fram'd as fruitful
As the free elements. And then for her
To win the Moor,—were't to renounce his baptism,
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,-
His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
Even as her appetite shall play the god
With his weak function, How am I then a villain,
To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,
Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
When devils will their blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now: For while this honest fool

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Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes,
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,—
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.-How now, Roderigo ?

Enter RODERIGO. Rod. I do follow here in the chace, 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 to Venice.

Iago. 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 scem short.--Retire thee; go where thou art billeted : Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter : Nay, get thee gone. [Exit Rod.] 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.

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ACT III.

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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, gene

ral.

[Music.

Enter Clown.
Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been at
Naples, that they speak i’the nose thus?

1st Mus. How, sir, how !
Clo. Are these, I pray you, called wind instruments ?
1st Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir.
Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail.
1st Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir ?

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, of all loves, to make no more noise with it.

1st 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.

1st 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. Pr’ythee, 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 Cas sio 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.

[Exit.

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Enter Iago.
Cas. Do, good my friend.-In happy time, Iago.
Iago. You have not been a-bed 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. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.

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Enter EMILIA.
Emil. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry
For your displeasure; but all will soon 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,

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