franklydespise myself.
IAGO. Come, you are too
severe a moraler. As the time, the place,
and the condition of this country stands, I could
heartily wish
this had not
befallen; but since it is as it is, mend it for your
own good.
CASSIO. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me I am a
drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would
stop them all. To be now a
sensible man, by and by a fool, and
presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblest,
and the
ingredient is a devil.
IAGO. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be
well used. Exclaim no more against it. And, good
lieutenant, I
think you think I love you.
CASSIO. I have well approved it, sir. I drunk!
IAGO. You or any man living may be drunk at some time, man. I'll
tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the
general. I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted
and given up himself to the
contemplation, mark, and denotement
of her parts and graces. Confess yourself
freely to her;
importune her help to put you in your place again. She is of so
free, so kind, so apt, so
blessed a
disposition, she holds it a
vice in her
goodness not to do more than she is requested. This
broken joint between you and her husband
entreat her to splinter;
and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your
love shall grow stronger than it was before.
CASSIO. You
advise me well.
IAGO. I protest, in the
sincerity of love and honest kindness.
CASSIO. I think it
freely; and
betimes in the morning I will
beseech the
virtuous Desdemona to
undertake for me. I am
desperate of my fortunes if they check me here.
IAGO. You are in the right. Good night,
lieutenant, I must to the
watch.
CASSIO. Good night, honest Iago. Exit.
IAGO. And what's he then that says I play the villain?
When this advice is free I give and honest,
Probal to thinking, and indeed the course
To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy
The inclining Desdemona to subdue
In any honest suit. She's framed as fruitful
As the free elements. And then for her
To win the Moor, were't to
renounce his baptism,
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,
His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
Even as her
appetite shall play the god
With his weak
function. How am I then a villain
To
counsel Cassio to this
parallel course,
Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with
heavenly shows,
As I do now. For whiles this honest fool
Plies Desdemona to
repair his fortune,
And she for him pleads
strongly to the Moor,
I'll pour this
pestilence into his ear,
That she repeals him for her body's lust;
And by how much she strives to do him good,
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!
RODERIGO. 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 tonight
exceedingly well cudgeled; 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 again 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.
Doest 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
awhile. 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 III. SCENE I.
Before the castle.
Enter Cassio and some Musicians.
CASSIO. Masters, play here, I will content your pains; Something
that's brief; and bid "Good
morrow, general."
Music.
Enter Clown.
CLOWN. Why, masters, have your
instruments been in
Naples, that they speak i' the nose thus?
FIRST MUSICIAN. How, sir, how?
CLOWN. Are these, I pray you, wind
instruments?
FIRST MUSICIAN. Ay, marry, are they, sir.
CLOWN. O
thereby hangs a tail.
FIRST MUSICIAN. Whereby hangs a tale, sir?
CLOWN. Marry, sir, by many a wind
instrument that I know. But,
masters, here's money for you; and the general so likes your
music, that he desires you, for love's sake, to make no more
noise with it.
FIRST MUSICIAN. Well, sir, we will not.
CLOWN. If you have any music that may not be heard, to't again;
but, as they say, to hear music the general does not greatly
care.
FIRST MUSICIAN. We have none such, sir.
CLOWN. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away.
Go,
vanish into air, away! Exeunt Musicians.
CASSIO. Dost thou hear, my honest friend?
CLOWN. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.
CASSIO. Prithee, 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 favor
of speech. Wilt thou do this?
CLOWN. She is
stirring, sir. If she will stir
hither, I shall seem
to
notify unto her.
CASSIO. Do, good my friend. Exit Clown.
Enter Iago.
In happy time, Iago.
IAGO. You have not been abed, then?
CASSIO. 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.
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.
CASSIO. I
humbly thank you for't. [Exit Iago.] I never knew
A Florentine more kind and honest.
Enter Emilia.
EMILIA. 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
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 safest occasion by the front
To bring you in again.
CASSIO. Yet, I
beseech you,
If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me
advantage of some brief discourse
With Desdemona alone.
EMILIA. Pray you, come in.
I will
bestow you where you shall have time
To speak your bosom
freely.
CASSIO. I am much bound to you.
Exeunt.
SCENE II.
A room in the castle.
Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen.
OTHELLO. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot,
And by him do my duties to the Senate.
That done, I will be walking on the works;
Repair there to me.
IAGO. Well, my good lord, I'll do't.
OTHELLO. This
fortification, gentlemen, shall we see't?
GENTLEMEN. We'll wait upon your
lordship. Exeunt.
SCENE III.
The garden of the castle.
Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia.
DESDEMONA. Be thou
assured, good Cassio, I will do
All my abilities in thy behalf.
EMILIA. Good madam, do. I
warrant it grieves my husband
As if the cause were his.
DESDEMONA. O, that's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,
But I will have my lord and you again
As friendly as you were.
CASSIO. Bounteous madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
He's never anything but your true servant.
DESDEMONA. I know't: I thank you. You do love my lord:
You have known him long; and be you well
assuredHe shall in strangeness stand no farther off
Than in a
politic distance.
CASSIO. Ay, but, lady,
That
policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and 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.
DESDEMONA. 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;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
I'll intermingle everything he does
With Cassio's suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio,
For thy
solicitor shall rather die
Than give thy cause away.
Enter Othello and Iago, at a distance.
EMILIA. Madam, here comes my lord.
CASSIO. Madam, I'll take my leave.