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Iago. I'll spend 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, Caf. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.

To him, enter Æmilia. Æmil. 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.

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

Æmil. Pray you, come in ;
I will bestow you where you shall have time
To speak your bosom freely.
Caj. I'm much bound to you.

[Exeunt.

S C Ε Ν Ε II.

Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen.
Oth. THESE letters give, lago, to the pilot,
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And by him do iny duties to the Senate ; That done, I will be walking on the Works ; Repair there to me.

Iago. My good lord, I'll do't.
Oih. This fortification, gentlemen, shall we see't?
Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.

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S CE N E III.
Changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Desdemona, Caffio, and Æmilia.

E thou afsur’d, good Caffio, I will do

All my abilities in thy behalf. Emil. Good Madam, do: I know, it grieves my

husband As if the cause were his.

Def. Oh, that's an honest fellow; doubt not, Caffio,
But I will have my lord and you again
As friendly as you were.

Caf. Most bounteous Madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Caffio,
He's never any thing but your true fervant.

Des. I know't, I thank you; you do love my lord,
You've known him long; and, be you well assur'd,
He shall in strangeness stand no farther off
Than in a politic distance.

Caf. Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterilh diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstances,
That I being abfent, and my place supply'd,
My General will forget my love and service.

Def. Do not doubt that ; before Æmilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy Place. Affure 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 fhrift;
I'll intermingle every thing he does
With Caffio's fuit: therefore be merry, Caffio;
For thy folicitor shall rather die,
Than give thy cause away.

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S CE N E IV.

Enter Othello, and Iago, at disance. Emil. ADAM, here

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lord. Caf. Madam, I'll take my leave. Def. Why, stay, and hear me speak.

Caf. Madam, not now ; I'm very ill at ease,
Unfit for mine own purposes.

Def. Well, do your defcretion. [Exit Caflio.
lago. Hah! I like not that.-
Oth. What doft thou say?
Iago. Nothing, my lord; or if-I know not what.
Oth. Was not that Casio, parted from my wife ?

lago. Caffio, my lord ?-no, fure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming.

Oth. I believe, 'twas he.

Def. How now, my lord ?
I have been talking with a fuitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth. Who is't you mean ?

Def. Why, your lieutenant Caffio. Good my lord,
If I have any grace, or power to move you,
His present reconciliation make.
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?

Def. I, footh, so humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me,
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.
Def. But shall't be shortly?
oth. The sooner, Sweet, for you.
Des. Shall't be to-night at supper ?
Oth. Not to-night.

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Def. 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 make 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,
Or stand so mutt'ring on? what? Michael Caffio!-
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. Prythee, no more; let him come when he

will,
I will deny thee nothing.

Def. Why, this is not a boon :
* 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your cloths,
Or feed on nourishing meats, or keep you warm ;
Or fue to you, to do peculiar profit
To your own person. Nay, when I have 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 befecch thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a litile to myself.

Def. Shall I deny you? no: farewel, my lord.
Oth. Farewel, my Desdemona; I'll come strait.

Def. Æmilia, come; be, as your fancies teach you:
Whate'er you be, I am obedient.

Exeunt. * 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your Gloves, ] We should read Cloths.

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EXCELLENT Wretch ! ---- Perdition

S C E Ε Ν N E V.

Manent Othello, and Iago. Oth.

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But I do love thee ; and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

lago. My noble lord,
Oth. What dost thou say, lago?

Iago. Did Michael Caffio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love?

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

Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought,
No farther harm.

Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?
Jago. I did not think, he'd been acquainted with it.
Oth. Oh, yes, and went between us very

oft. lago. Indeed! Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught

in that? Is he not honeft ?

lago. Honest, my lord ? Oth. Honeft?

ay,

honest. lago. My lord, for aught I know. Oth. What doeft thou think? Iago. Think, my lord !Oth. Think, my lord! why, by heav'n, thou

echo'st me; As if there were some monster in thy thought, Too hideous to be shewn. Thou doit mean soine

thing: I heard thee say but now, thou likods not that, When Caffio left my Wife. What didnt not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, In my whole course of wooing; thou cry'dít, indeed! And didst contract and purse ihy brow together, As if thou then hadist shut up in thy barin VOL. IX.

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