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. [Exit Clown. Enter IAGO. In happy time, Iago. Iago. You have not been a-bed, then? Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago, suit to her To send in to your wife: my Procure me some access. Iago. 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. Cas. I humbly thank you for 't. [Exit Iago.] I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest. Enter EMILIA. Emil. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry The general and his wife are talking of it; 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. Cas. Yet, I beseech you, If you think fit, or that it may be done,— 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room in the castle. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Gentlemen. Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot; Iago. Well, my good lord, I'll do't. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,-shall we see't? [Exeunt. SCENE III. The garden of 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 warrant it grieves my husband, As if the case were his. Des. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not doubt, Cassio, 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. I know't, 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, Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here To the last article: my lord shall never rest; With Cassio's suit: therefore be merry, Cassio; Than give thy cause away. Emil. Madam, here comes my lord. Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave. Cas. Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. Des. Well, do your discretion. [Exit Cassio. Enter OTHELLO and IAGO. What dost thou say? Iago. Ha! I like not that. Oth. 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. 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, I prithee, call him back. Oth. Went he hence now? Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled, That he hath left part of his grief with me, To suffer with him. Good love, call him back. Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemon; some other time. Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you. Des. Shall 't be to-night at supper? Des. To-morrow dinner, then? I meet the captains at the citadel. No, not to-night. I shall not dine at home; Des. Why, then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn; On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn:I prithee, 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 To incur a private check. When shall he come? What you would ask me, that I should deny, Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio, Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do Des. Why, this is not a boon; Oth. To leave me but a little to myself. Des. Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord. VOL. VI. E Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: (4) I'll come to thee straight. Des. Emilia, come.-Be as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit, with Emilia. Perdition catch my soul, Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch 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 lady, Oth. He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask? No further harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with her. Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft. Iago. Indeed! Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest? As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown.-Thou dost mean something: In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst, "Indeed!” Iago. My lord, you know I love you. I think thou dost; |