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- $Unique_ID{SSP03307}
- $Title{Othello: Act III, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*03300.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- OTHELLO
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- ACT III
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- SCENE I: Before the castle.
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- {Enter CASSIO and some Musicians.}
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- CASSIO: Masters, play here; I will content your pains;
- Something that's brief; and bid 'Good morrow,
- general.'
-
- [Music.]
-
- {Enter Clown.}
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- Clown: Why masters, have your instruments been in Naples,
- that they speak i' the nose thus?
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- First Musician: How, sir, how!
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- Clown: Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments?
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- First Musician: Ay, marry, are they, sir.
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- Clown: O, thereby hangs a tail.
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- First Musician: Whereby hangs a tale, sir?
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- Clown: Marry. sir, by many a wind-instrument that I know. 10
- 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.
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- First Musician: Well, sir, we will not.
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- 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.
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- First Musician: We have none such, sir.
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- Clown: Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away:
- go; vanish into air; away! 20
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- [Exeunt Musicians.]
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- CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend?
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- Clown: No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.
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- 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 favour of speech:
- wilt thou do this?
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- Clown: She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I
- shall seem to notify unto her.
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- CASSIO: Do, good my friend. 30
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- [Exit Clown.]
-
- {Enter IAGO.}
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- In happy time, Iago.
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- IAGO: You have not been a-bed, then?
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- CASSIO: I humbly thank you for't. 40
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- [Exit IAGO.]
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- I never knew
- A Florentine more kind and honest.
-
- {Enter EMILIA.}
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- 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 50
- To bring you in again.
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- 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.
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- EMILIA: Pray you, come in;
- I will bestow you where you shall have time
- To speak your bosom freely.
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- CASSIO: I am much bound to you.
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- [Exeunt.]
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