Enter Cassio.

Cassio

 As he shall smile Othello shall go mad, And his unbookish jealousy must construe Poor Cassio’s smiles, gestures, and light behaviour Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant? 

CASSIO. The worser that you give me the addition Whose want even kills me. 

IAGO. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on’t. [Speaking lower.] Now, if this suit lay in Bianca’s power, How quickly should you speed! 

CASSIO. Alas, poor caitiff! 

OTHELLO. [Aside.] Look how he laughs already! 

IAGO. I never knew a woman love man so. 

CASSIO. Alas, poor rogue! I think, i’ faith, she loves me. 

OTHELLO. [Aside.] Now he denies it faintly and laughs it out. 

IAGO. Do you hear, Cassio? 

OTHELLO. Now he importunes him To tell it o’er. Go to, well said, well said. 

IAGO. She gives it out that you shall marry her. Do you intend it? 

CASSIO. Ha, ha, ha! 

OTHELLO. Do you triumph, Roman? Do you triumph? 

CASSIO. I marry her? What? A customer? I prithee, bear some charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! 

OTHELLO. So, so, so, so. They laugh that wins. 

IAGO. Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her. 

CASSIO. Prithee say true. 

IAGO. I am a very villain else. 

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