Iago
That’s fouler.
Othello
Get me some poison, Iago; this night: I’ll not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again: this night, Iago.
Iago
Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.
Othello
Good, good: the justice of it pleases: very good.
Iago
And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: you shall hear more by midnight.
Othello
Excellent good. What trumpet is that same?
A trumpet within.
Iago
Something from Venice, sure. ’Tis Lodovico
Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him.
Lodovico
Save you, worthy general!
Othello
With all my heart, sir.
Lodovico
The duke and senators of Venice greet you.
Gives him a letter.