Cyprus. Before the Castle.
 Enter CASSIO, MUSICIANS, and CLOWN.

Cassio	Masters, play here - I will content your pains-
	Something that's brief, and bid "Good morrow, general".
												[They play.

Clown	Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that 
	they speak i'th'nose thus?

1st Musician	How, sir, how?

Clown	Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments?

1st Musician	Ay, marry are they, sir.

Clown	O, thereby hangs a tail.

1st 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.

1st 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.

1st 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, mine 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 favour 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 a-bed, 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 safe'st 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.
