Stand you awhile apart; Confine yourself but in a patient list. Whilst you were here o’erwhelmed with your grief⁠— A passion most unsuiting such a man⁠— Cassio came hither: I shifted him away, And laid good ’scuse upon your ecstasy, Bade him anon return and here speak with me; The which he promised. Do but encave yourself, And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns, That dwell in every region of his face; For I will make him tell the tale anew, Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when He hath, and is again to cope your wife: I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen, And nothing of a man.

Dost thou hear, Iago? I will be found most cunning in my patience; But⁠—dost thou hear?⁠—most bloody.