When this advice is free, I give, and honest, In any honest suit; she's fram'd as fruitful 8 To win the Moor,-were't to renounce his baptism, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, With his weak function. How am I then a villain, 2 That she repeals him for her body's lust; And, by how much she strives to do him good, So will I turn her virtue into pitch; And out of her own goodness make the net, • Probal-] There may be such a contraction of the word probable, 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. 8 as fruitful As the free elements.] Liberal, bountiful, as the elements, out of which all things are produced. .9 design. parallel course,] i. e. course level and even with his When devils will their blackest sins put on, They do suggest-] When devils mean to instigate men to commit the most atrocious crimes. 2 That 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; Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter: My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart, 3 bring him jump-] i. e. just at the time when. [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I. Before the Castle. Enter CASSIO, and some Musicians. Cas. Masters, play here, I will content your pains, Something that's brief; and bid-good-morrow, [Musick. general.* 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. O, thereby hangs a tail. Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, 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. 1 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. and bid-good morrow, general.] It is the usual practice of the waits, or nocturnal minstrels, in several towns 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 windinstruments 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. Enter IAGO. [Exit. Cas. Do, good my friend.—In happy time, Iago. Iago. You have not been a-bed then? Cas. 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 [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; For your displeasure;] i. e, the displeasure you have incurred from Othello. And she speaks for you stoutly: The Moor replies, And needs no other suitor, but his likings, If Cas. you think fit, or that it may be done,— Give me advantage of some brief discourse With Desdemona alone. Yet, I beseech you,— 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? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt. |