Page 1519 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

So, so, so, so; laugh that wins.

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

CASSIO
Prithee say true.

IAGO
I am a very villain else. [125]

OTHELLO
Ha’ you scor’d me? Well.

CASSIO
This is the monkey’s own giving out; she is persuaded I will marry her, out of
her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.

OTHELLO
Iago beckons me, now he begins the story. [130]

CASSIO
She was here even now, she haunts me in every place. I was t’ other day
talking on the sea-bank, with certain Venetians, and thither comes this
bauble; by this hand, she falls thus about my neck: −

OTHELLO
Crying “O dear Cassio!” as it were: his gesture [135] imports it.

CASSIO

So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales, and pulls me, ha, ha, ha!

OTHELLO

Now he tells how she pluck’d him to my chamber. I see that nose of yours,
but not that dog I [140] shall throw’t to.

CASSIO