1    Masters, play here; I will content your pains;
2    Something that's brief; and bid 'Good morrow, general.'

3    Why masters, have your instruments been in Naples,
4    that they speak i' the nose thus?

5    How, sir, how!

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

7    Ay, marry, are they, sir.

8    O, thereby hangs a tail.

9    Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

10   Marry. sir, by many a wind-instrument that I know.
11   But, masters, here's money for you: and the general
12   so likes your music, that he desires you, for love's
13   sake, to make no more noise with it.

14   Well, sir, we will not.

15   If you have any music that may not be heard, to't
16   again: but, as they say to hear music the general
17   does not greatly care.

18   We have none such, sir.

19   Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away:
20   go; vanish into air; away!

21   Dost thou hear, my honest friend?

22   No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.

23   Prithee, keep up thy quillets. There's a poor piece
24   of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends
25   the general's wife be stirring, tell her there's
26   one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech:
27   wilt thou do this?

28   She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I
29   shall seem to notify unto her.

30   Do, good my friend.
Exit Clown
Enter IAGO
31   In happy time, Iago.

32   You have not been a-bed, then?

33   Why, no; the day had broke
34   Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago,
35   To send in to your wife: my suit to her
36   Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona
37   Procure me some access.

38   I'll send her to you presently;
39   And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
40   Out of the way, that your converse and business
41   May be more free.

42   I humbly thank you for't.
Exit IAGO
43   I never knew
44   A Florentine more kind and honest.

45   Good morrow, good Lieutenant: I am sorry
46   For your displeasure; but all will sure be well.
47   The general and his wife are talking of it;
48   And she speaks for you stoutly: the Moor replies,
49   That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus,
50   And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisdom
51   He might not but refuse you; but he protests he loves you
52   And needs no other suitor but his likings
53   To take the safest occasion by the front
54   To bring you in again.

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

59   Pray you, come in;
60   I will bestow you where you shall have time
61   To speak your bosom freely.

62   I am much bound to you.