1. SCENE I. Cyprus. Before the Castle.
[Enter Cassio and some Musicians.]
Masters, play here,--I will content your pains,
Something that's brief; and bid good-morrow, general.
Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that
they speak i' the nose thus?
How, sir, how!
Are these, I pray you, wind instruments?
Ay, marry, are they, sir.
O, thereby hangs a tale.
Whereby hangs a tale, sir?
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.
Well, sir, we will not.
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
We have none such, sir.
Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away:
go, vanish into air, away!
Dost thou hear, mine honest friend?
No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.
Pr'ythee, 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?