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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;
Cus. Good night, honest Iago. [Exit Cassio.
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes,
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
My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
I'll set her on;
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
1st Mus. How, sir, how !
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 ?
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.
Cas. Why, no; the day had broke
Iago. I'll send her to you presently ;
your converse and business May be more free.
Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.