Cassio
Prithee, come; will you?
Iago
Go to; say no more.
Exit Cassio.
Othello
Advancing.
How shall I murder him, Iago?
Iago
Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
Othello
O Iago!
Iago
And did you see the handkerchief?
Othello
Was that mine?
Iago
Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he hath given it his whore.
Othello
I would have him nine years a-killing. A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman!
Iago
Nay, you must forget that.