Othello, the Moor of Venice
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, 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.]

Clown

 Enter Iago.

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.]

Iago


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