Act IV

Prithee, say true.

I am a very villain else.

Have you scored me? Well.

This is the monkey’s own giving out: she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.

Iago beckons me; now he begins the story.

She was here even now; she haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither comes the bauble, and, by this hand, she falls me thus about my neck⁠—

Crying “O dear Cassio!” as it were: his gesture imports it.

So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!

Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber. O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.

Well, I must leave her company.

Before me! look, where she comes.