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I say, but mark his gesture; marry, patience,
Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen,
And nothing of a man.

OTHELLO
Dost thou hear, Iago?
I will be found most cunning in my patience; [90]

But − dost thou hear? − most bloody.

IAGO
That’s not amiss:
But yet keep time in all; will you withdraw?
Othello withdraws.

Now will I question Cassio of Bianca;
A housewife that by selling her desires
Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature [95]
That dotes on Cassio: as ’tis the strumpet’s plague

To beguile many, and be beguil’d by one.

Enter Cassio.

He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter: here he comes:
As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad, [100]

And his unbookish jealousy must conster
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. [105]

IAGO

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

CASSIO