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His Soals and symbo Were't to then for her
When this advice is free, I give, and honest,
strong ear, slust: good,
o 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.
9 - parallel course,] i. e. course level and even with his design. :
When devils will their blackest sins put on,
They do suggest -] When devils mean to instigate men to commit 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 seein 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.
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 instruments?
1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, 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. i i 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.
4 - 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 wind. instruments 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. Why, no; the day had broke
I'll send her to you presently;
[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;' but all will soon be well. The general, and his wife, are talking of it;
5 For your displeasure;] i. e, the displeasure you have incurred frona Othello.
And she speaks for you stoutly: The Moor replies,
Yet, I beseech you,
Pray you, come in;
I am much bound to you.
A Room in the Castle.
Well, my good lord, I'll do't.
see't? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.