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When this advice is free, I give, and honest,
Probalo 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
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,


Probal-] There may be such a contraction of the word probuble, but I have not met with it in any other book. Yet abbreviations as violent occur in our ancient writers, and especially in the works of Churchyard. STEEVENS. 7 The inclining Desdemona--] i. e. compliant.

as fruitful As the free elements.] Liberal, bountiful, as the elements, out of which all things are produced.

parallel course,] i. e. course level and even with his design. i When derils will their blackest sins put on,

They do suggest-] When devils mean to instigate men to cominit the most atrocious crimes.

2 Thut she repeals -] That is, recalls him.

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 seemn 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. [Exit.

3 bring him jump-] i.e. just at the time when.


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, general.


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

1 Mus. How, sir, how!

Clo. Are these, I pray you, called wind instruments ?

1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir.
Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail

| 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 musick, that he desires you, of all loves, to make no more noise with it.

1 Mus. Well, sir, we will not.

Clo. If you have any musick that may not be heard, to't again: but, as they say, to hear musick, the general does not greatly care.

1 Mus. We have none such, sir.

and bid-good morrow, general.] It is the usual practice of the waits, or nocturnal minstrels, in several cowns in the North of England, after playing a tune or two, to cry, “ Good-morrow, maister such a one, good-morrow, dame," adding the hour, and state of the weather. It should seem to have prevailed at Stratfordupon-Avon. They formerly used hautboys, which are the windinstruments here meant. RITSON.


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 Cassio 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.


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.

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.

[Exit. Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.

Enter EMILIA. Emil. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry For your displeasure;5 but all will soon be well. The general, and his wife, are talking of it;

* For your displeasure;] i. e, the displeasure you have incurred fron Othello,

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

loves you;

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

Yet, I beseech you, —
If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me advantage of some brief discourse
With Desdemona alone.

Pray you, come in;
I will bestow you



shall have time To speak your bosom freely. Cas.

I am much bound to you.



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.

Well, my good lord, I'll do't.
Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,-shall we

Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [


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