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That shall enmesh them all.-How now, Roderigo?
Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience!
to be done,-
bring him jump-] i. e. just at the time when.
Enter Cassio, and some Musicians. Cas. Masters, play here, I will content your pains, Something that's brief; and bid-good-morrow, general.4
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 instru ments ? i Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir.
. Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail. 1 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 towns 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.
Cas. Do, good my friend. In happy tíme, Iago.
Cas. Why, no; the day had broke
I'll send her to you presently ;
your converse and business
[Exit. Čas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.
For your displeasure ;] i.e. the displeasure you have incurred from Othello.
And she speaks for you stoutly: The Moor replies,
And needs no other suitor, but his likings,
Yet, I beseech you,
Pray you, come in;
shall have time To speak your bosom freely. Cas.
I am much bound to you.
A Room in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO, Fago, and Gentlemen.
Well, my good lord, I'll do't.
see't? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.
Before the Castle.
my abilities in thy behalf. Emil. Good madam, do; I know it grieves my
husband, As if the case were his. Des. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not doubt,
Ay, but, lady,
Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,
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;
6 I'll watch him tame,] Hawks and other birds are tamed by keeping them from sleep, to which management Shakspeare alludes.