Act V

I told him what I thought, and told no more

Than what he found himself was apt and true.

But did you ever tell him she was false?

I did.

You told a lie, an odious, damned lie;

Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.

She false with Cassio!⁠—did you say with Cassio?

With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue.

I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak:

My mistress here lies murder’d in her bed⁠—

O heavens forfend!

And your reports have set the murder on.

Nay, stare not, masters: it is true, indeed.

’Tis a strange truth.