Before the castle.
Masters, play here; I will content your pains; Something that’s brief; and bid “Good morrow, general.” Music.
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.
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.
I humbly thank you for’t. Exit Iago. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.