Speeches (Lines) for Clown in "The Tragedy of Othello; or, The Moor of Venice"

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

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 tail.

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!

Cassio. Dost thou hear, my 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.

Desdemona. Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies?

Clown. I dare not say he lies any where.

Desdemona. Why, man?

Clown. He's a soldier, and for one to say a soldier lies,
is stabbing.

Desdemona. Go to: where lodges he?

Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.

Desdemona. Can any thing be made of this?

Clown. I know not where he lodges, and for me to devise a
lodging and say he lies here or he lies there, were
to lie in mine own throat.

Desdemona. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?

Clown. I will catechise the world for him; that is, make
questions, and by them answer.

Desdemona. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have
moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.

Clown. To do this is within the compass of man's wit: and
therefore I will attempt the doing it.