That shall enmesh them all.-How now, Roderigo? 1 Enter RODERIGO. Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience! to be done,- 3 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 [Musick. 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. [Exit. Enter Iago. Cas. Do, good my friend. In happy tíme, Iago. Cas. Why, no; the day had broke I'll send her to you presently ; way, your converse and business [Exit. Čas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest. Enter EMILIA. For your displeasure ;] i.e. the displeasure you have incurred from Othello. 1 And she speaks for you stoutly: The Moor replies, loves you; And needs no other suitor, but his likings, Yet, I beseech you, Pray you, come in; you you shall have time To speak your bosom freely. Cas. I am much bound to you. [Exeunt. SCENE II. 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. SCENE III. 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, Cassio, Bounteous madam, lord: 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. |