Cyprus. Before the Castle.
[Enter Cassio and some Musicians.]
Masters, play here,--I will content your pains,
Something that's brief; and bid "Good-morrow, general."
Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they
speak i' the nose thus?
How, sir, how!
Are these, I pray you, wind instruments?
Ay, marry, are they, sir.
O, thereby hangs a tale.
Whereby hangs a tale, sir?
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, for love's sake, to make no more noise with it.
Well, sir, we will not.
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.
We have none such, sir.
Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away: go, vanish
into air, away!
Dost thou hear, mine honest friend?
No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.
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?
She is stirring, sir; if she will stir hither I shall
seem to notify unto her.
Do, good my friend.
In happy time, Iago.
You have not been a-bed, then?
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.
I humbly thank you for't. [Exit Iago.] I never knew
A Florentine more kind and honest.
Good-morrow, good lieutenant; I am sorry
For your displeasure; but all will sure be well.
The general and his wife are talking of it;
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 safest 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 where you shall have time
To speak your bosom freely.
I am much bound to you.