Cassio
Dear general, I never gave you cause.
Othello
I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil
Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?
Iago
Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
From this time forth I never will speak word.
Lodovico
What, not to pray?
Gratiano
Torments will ope your lips.
Othello
Well, thou dost best.
Lodovico
Sir, you shall understand what hath befall’n,
Which, as I think, you know not. Here is a letter