ACT III.
SCENE I. Cyprus. Before the Castle.
[Enter Cassio and some Musicians.]
CASSIO.
Masters, play here, — I will content your pains,
Something that's brief; and bid "Good-morrow, general."
[Music.]
[Enter Clown.]
CLOWN.
Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they
speak i' the nose thus?
FIRST MUSICIAN.
How, sir, how!
CLOWN.
Are these, I pray you, wind instruments?
FIRST MUSICIAN.
Ay, marry, are they, sir.
CLOWN.
O, thereby hangs a tale.
FIRST 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.
FIRST 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.
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.]
