See for the news. Exit Gentleman. Good ancient, you are welcome. To Emilia . Welcome, mistress. Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, That I extend my manners; ’tis my breeding That gives me this bold show of courtesy. Kissing her.

Sir, would she give you so much of her lips As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, You’ll have enough.

In faith, too much; I find it still, when I have list to sleep: Marry, before your ladyship, I grant, She puts her tongue a little in her heart, And chides with thinking.