Othello
Look, how he laughs already!
Iago
I never knew woman love man so.
Cassio
Alas, poor rogue! I think, i’ faith, she loves me.
Othello
Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out.
Iago
Do you hear, Cassio?
Othello
Now he importunes him
To tell it o’er: go to; well said, well said.