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He might not but refuse you: but, he protests, he loves

And needs no other suitor, but his likings,
To take the saf'st occasion by the front,
To bring you in again.

Cas. Yet, I beseech you,--
If you think fit, or that it


be done,-Give me advantage of some brief discourse With Desdemona alone.

Emil. Pray you, come in;
I will bestow you where you shall have time
To speak your bosom freely.
Cas. I am much bound to you.


SCENE II.--- A Room in the Castle.

Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Gentlemen. Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot; And, by him, do my duties to the state: That done, I will be walking on the works; Repair there to me. Iago. Well, my good lord, I'll do’t. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,---shall we see't ? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.---Before the Castle.

Enter DesdeMONA, Cassio, and Emilia. Des. Be thou assur’d, good Cassio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf.

Emil. Good madam, do; I know it grieves my hus


As if the case were his.
Des. O, that's an honest fellow.---Do not doubt, Cas-

But I will have my lord and you again
As friendly as you were.

Cas. Bounteous madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
He's never any thing but your true servant.

Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord :
You have known him long; and be you well assur'd,
He shall in strangeness stand no further off
Than in a politic distance.

Cas. Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
That, I being absent, and my place supplied,
My general will forget my love and service.

Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy place: assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article: my lord shall never rest;
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
I'll intermingle every thing he does
With Cassio's suit: Therefore be merry, Cassio;
For thy solicitor shall rather die,
Than give thy cause away.

I am very

ill at ease,

Enter Othello and Iago, at a distance.
Emil. Madam, here comes
My lord.

Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave.

Des. Why, stay, And hear me speak.

Cas. Madam, not now; Unfit for mine own purposes.

Des. Well, well, Do your discretion. .

[Exit Cassio. Iago. Ha! I like not that. Oth. What dost thou say? Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if---I know not what. Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife?

Iago. Cassio, my lord ? No, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming.

Oth. I do believe 'twas he.

Des. How now, my lord ?
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth. Who is't you mean?

Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my 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:
I pr’ythee, call him back.

Oth. Went he hence now?
Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,

That he hath left part of his grief with me;
I suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.
Des. But shall't be shortly?
Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you.
Des. Shall’t be to-night at supper?
Oth. No, not to-night.
Des. To-morrow dinner then ?

Oth. I shall not dine at home;
I meet the captains at the citadel.

Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn; Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn ;--I pray thee, 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 our best,) is not almost a fault To incur a private check: When shall he come? Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul, What you could ask me, that I should deny, Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio, That came a wooing with you; and many a time, When I have spoke of you dispraisingly, 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.

Des. Why, this is not a boon;
'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm;
Or sue to you to do peculiar profit

your own person : Nay, when I have a suit,

Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poize and difficulty,
And fearful to be granted.

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

Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord.
Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to thee

straight. Des. Emilia, come :---Be it as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit, with Emilia.

Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

Iago. My noble lord, —
Oth. What dost thou say, Iago?
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my

Know of your love?

Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou ask?

Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought;
No further harm.

Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?
Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with

Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft.
Iago. Indeed?
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed ;---Discern'st thou aught in

Is he not honest?

Iago. Honest, my lord ?
Oth. Ay, honest.

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