Othello, Act 3, Scene 1

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

Gentlemen, play here; I'll pay you for your trouble. Something short, and then say, "Good morning, general."

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

Tell me, gentlemen, have your instruments been in Naples, that they talk through the nose like this?

How, sir, how?

What do you mean, sir? What?

Are these, I pray you, wind instruments?

Are these wind instruments, if you please?

Ay, marry, are they, sir.

Yes, indeed they are, sir.

O, thereby hangs a tail.

Oh, there's a tail hanging on that.

Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

How is there a tale hanging on it, 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.

Why, sir, by many a wind instrument I know of. But, gentlemen, here's money for you; and the general likes your music so much that he begs you, for the love of heaven, to make no more noise with it.

Well, sir, we will not.

All right, sir, we won't.

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.

If you have any music that can't be heard, go at it again. But, as they say, the general doesn't much care to hear music.

We have none such, sir.

We have no music like that, sir.

Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I’ll away. Go, vanish into air, away!

Then pack your pipes into your bag, because I'm off. Go on, vanish into thin air, away!

Dost thou hear, mine honest friend?

Do you hear me, my honest friend?

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

No, I don't hear your honest friend. I hear you.

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?

Please, put away your quibbles. Here's a poor little gold coin for you. If the gentlewoman who waits on the general's wife is awake and up, tell her there's a man named Cassio who begs her the small favour of a word with him. Will you do that?

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

She is up and stirring, sir; if she'll stir herself over here, I'll do my best to inform her of it.

Do, good my friend.

Please do, my good friend.

In happy time, Iago.

You've come at a good moment, Iago.

You have not been a-bed, then?

So you haven't been to bed?

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.

No, I haven't. Day had already broken before we parted. I've taken the liberty, Iago, of sending in a message to your wife. My request to her is that she get me some way in to the virtuous Desdemona.

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'll send her out to you right away, and I'll think up a way to draw the Moor out of the way, so that your talk and your business can be freer.

I humbly thank you for’t.

I thank you humbly for it.

I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.

I never knew a Florentine who was kinder or more honest.

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

Good morning, good lieutenant. I'm sorry you're out of favour, but I'm sure everything will turn out well. The general and his wife are discussing it, and she's arguing for you strongly. The Moor answers that the man you wounded has a great reputation in Cyprus and powerful connections, and that sound good sense left him no choice but to dismiss you; but he insists that he loves you, and needs no one to plead with him except his own affection, which will seize the first safe opportunity by the forelock to take you back.

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

Still, I beg you, if you think it suitable, or if it can be managed at all, give me the chance of a short conversation with Desdemona alone.

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

Please, come inside. I'll place you where you'll have time to speak what's in your heart freely.

I am much bound to you.

I'm deeply indebted to you.