She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch;

And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.

Enter RODERIGO.

How now, Roderigo?

Rod. I do follow here in the chase, 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 cudgel'd; I think, the issue will be-I shall have so much experience for my pains, as that comes to, and no money at all; and, with that 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:
Content thyself a while.-By the mass, 'tis morning;
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.-
Retire thee; go where thou art billeted:
Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter:-
Nay, get thee gone.
[Exit RODERIGO.

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.

ACT THE THIRD.

SCENE I.

All

Cyprus.

A Room in the Castle.

Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, und Cassio.

Des. Be thou assur'd, good Cassio, I will do 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,

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. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord;
You've known him long: and be you well assured,
He shall in strangeness stand no further off,
Than in a politic distance.

Cas. Ay,-but lady,

That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
That, I being absent, and my place supply'd,
My general will forget my love and service.

Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy place: 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;
I'll intermingle every thing he does

With Cassio's suit: Therefore, be merry, Cassio;
For thy solicitor shall rather die,

Than give thy cause away.

Emil. Madam, here comes my lord.
Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave.

Des. Why, stay, and hear me speak.

Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes.

Enter OTHELLO and IAGO.

Des. Well, do your

discretion.

[Exit CASSIO.

Iago. Ha! I like not that.

Oth. What dost thou say?

Iago. Nothing my lord: or if I know not what. Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife? Iago. Cassio, my lord? No sure; I cannot think it, That he would steal away, so guilty-like, 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.

Oth. Who is't you mean?

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,
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning,
I have no judgment in an honest face:-
I pr'ythee, call him back.

Oth. Went he hence now?

Des.. Ay, sooth; so humbled,

That he hath left part of his grief with me;

I suffer with him :-Good love, call him back.
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.
Des. But shall't be shortly?

Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you.
Des. Shall't be to-night at supper?
Oth. No, not to-night.

Des. To-morrow dinner then?
Oth. I shall not dine at home:
I meet the captains at the citadel.

Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday

morn;

Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn :—
I pr'ythee, name the time; but let it not

Exceed three days:-In faith, he's penitent :-
When shall he come?

Tell me, Othello.-I wonder, in my soul,

What you could ask of me, that I should deny,
Or stand so mammering on.-What! Michael Cassio,
That came a wooing with you; and many a time,
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,

Hath ta'en your part,-to have so much to do
To bring him in!-Trust me, I could do much,—
Oth. 'Pr'ythee, no more :-let him come when he
will;

I will deny thee nothing.

Des. Why, this is not a boon;

'Tis, as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm ;
Or sue to you, to do a peculiar profit

To your own person: Nay, when I have a suit,
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poize and difficulty,

And fearful to be granted.

Oth. I will deny thee nothing:

Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.

Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord. Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona; I'll come to thee straight.

Des. Emilia, come :-Be't as your fancies teach

[Exeunt EMILIA and DESDEMONA.

Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, 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, Know of your love?

Oth. He did, from first to last:-Why dost thou ask?

Iago. But for the satisfaction of my thought; 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?-Indeed :-Discern'st thou aught in

that?

Is he not honest ?

Iago. Honest, my lord?

Oth. Honest?—ay, honest.

Iago. My lord, for aught I know.

Oth. What dost thou think?

Iago. Think, my lord?

Oth. Think, my lord!—

By Heaven, he echos me,

As if there were some monster in his thought,

Too hideous to be shown.-Thou dost mean something: