Act IV

Dost thou hear, Iago?

I will be found most cunning in my patience;

But⁠—dost thou hear?⁠—most bloody.

That’s not amiss;

But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?

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:

The worser that you give me the addition

Whose want even kills me.

Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on’t.

Now, if this suit lay in Bianca’s power,

How quickly should you speed!

Alas, poor caitiff!