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Iago. You have not been a-bed, then ? (parted.

Cas. Why, no; the day had broke before we I have made bold to send into your wife ; My suit is, that she will to Desdemona Procure me some access.

Iago. I'll send her presently ; And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor Out of the way, that your converse and business May be more free.

[Exit. Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.

To him, enter ÆMILIA.
Ænil. 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 wisdom He might not but refuse you. But he protests he

loves you ;
And needs no other suitor but his likings
To bring you in again.

Cas. Yet I beseech you,
If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me advantage of some brief discourse
With Desdemona alone.

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Des. I know't, I thank you ; you do love my lord,

(sured,
You have known him long; and, be you well as-
He shall in strangeness stand no further off
Than in a politic distunce.

Cas. Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstances,
That I being absent, and my place supplied,
My general will forget my love and service.

Des. Do not doubt that ; before Æmilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, l'll perform it
To the last article. My lord shall never rest;
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
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.

Enter OTHELLO, and I ago, at a distance.
Æmil. Madam, here comes my lord.
Cas. Madam, l'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.

Des. Well, do your discretion. [Exit Cassio.

Ure

Iago. Hah! 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?

Fago. Cassio, my lord? no, sure, I cannot think
That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Seeing you coming.

Oth. I 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?

[my lord,
Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good
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, (56)
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other
Des. But shall't be shortly?

.[time. (56) The streaks of light on Cassio's face and person (which may be taken to represent tears) terminate upon the prototype of Desdemona's face.

Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you.
Des. Shall't be to-night at supper?
Oth. 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: And yet his trespass, in our common reason, (Save that, they say, the wars must take examples Out of their best,) is not almost a fault T'incur a private check. When shall he come ? Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul, What you would ask me, that I would deny, Orstand so mutt'ring on? what? Michael Cassio!.. Thai 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 I will deny thee nothing.

Des. Why, this is not a boon : 'Tis as I should intreat you wear your gloves, · Or feed on nourishing meats, or keep you warm; Or sue to you, to do peculiar profit

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