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

Cas.
The worser, that you gave me the addition,
Whose want even kills me.

Jago.
Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't:
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How quickly should you speed?

Cas.
Alas, poor caitiff.

Oth.
Look how he laughs already.

Jago.
I never knew a woman love man so.

Cas.
Alas, poor rogue, I think indeed she loves me.

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

Jago.
Do you hear, Cassio?

Oth.
Now he importunes him
To tell it o'er: go to, well said, well said.

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

Cas.

Ha, ha, ha.

Oth.

Do ye triumph, Roman? do you triumph?

Cas.

I marry!—What? a customer? pr'ythee bear some charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholsome. Ha, ha, ha.

Oth.

So, so: they laugh that win.

Jago.

Why, the cry goes, that you shall marry her.

Cas.

Pry'thee say true.

Jago.

I am a very villain else.

Oth.

Have you scoar'd me? well.

Cas.

This is the monkey's own giving out: she is perswaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.

Oth.

Jago beckons me: now he begins the story.

Cas.

She was here even now; she haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the sea bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and falls me thus about my neck—

Oth.

Crying, oh dear Cassio, as it were: his gesture imports it.

Cas.

So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, so shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha—

Oth.

Now he tells how she pluckt him to my chamber: oh, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.

Cas.

Well, I must leave her company.

Jago.

Before me; look where she comes.