That’s not amiss; But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw? Othello retires. Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, A housewife that by selling her desires Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature That dotes on Cassio; as ’tis the strumpet’s plague To beguile many and be beguiled by one: He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain From the excess of laughter. Here he comes:

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

The worser that you give me the addition Whose want even kills me.

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