Page 1518 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Alas, poor caitiff!

OTHELLO
Look how he laughs already!

IAGO
I never knew a woman love man so. [110]

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

OTHELLO
Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out.

IAGO
Do you hear, Cassio?

OTHELLO
Now he importunes him

To tell it on; go to, well said, well said.

IAGO
She gives it out that you shall marry her, [115]
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, [120]
Do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

OTHELLO