Act III

Ha! ha! false to me?

Why, how now, general! no more of that.

Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack:

I swear ’tis better to be much abused

Than but to know’t a little.

How now, my lord!

What sense had I of her stol’n hours of lust?

I saw’t not, thought it not, it harm’d not me:

I slept the next night well, was free and merry;

I found not Cassio’s kisses on her lips:

He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stol’n,

Let him not know’t, and he’s not robb’d at all.

I am sorry to hear this.