Iago
I am your own for ever.
Exeunt.
Scene IV
Before the castle.
Desdemona
Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies?
Clown
I dare not say he lies any where.
Desdemona
Why, man?
Clown
He’s a soldier, and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
Desdemona
Go to: where lodges he?
Clown
To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.
Desdemona
Can any thing be made of this?
Clown
I know not where he lodges, and for me to devise a lodging and say he lies here or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.
Desdemona
Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?