Des.

Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies?

Clown.

I dare not say, he lies any where.

Des.

Why, man?

Clown.

He's a soldier; and for me to say, a soldier lies, 'tis stabbing.

Des.

Go to; where lodges he?

Clown.

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

Des.

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.

Des.

Can you enquire him out? and be edified by report?

^{6 note}Clown.

I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions, and bid them answer.

Des.

Seek him, bid him come hither; tell him, I have mov'd 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 of it.

Des.
Where should I lose that handkerchief, Æmilia?

Æmil.
I know not, Madam.

Des.
Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Full of Cruzadoes. And but my noble Moor
Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill thinking.

Æmil.
Is he not jealous?

Des.
Who, he? I think, the Sun, where he was born,
Drew all such humours from him.

Æmil.
Look, where he comes.

Des.
I will not leave him now, 'till Cassio be
Call'd to him. How is it with you, my lord?

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