Not I, for this fair island: I do love Cassio well; and would do much To cure him of this evil⁠—But, hark! what noise? Cry within: “Help! help!”

A knave teach me my duty! I’ll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.

Nay, good lieutenant; Staying him. I pray you, sir, hold your hand.

Let me go, sir, Or I’ll knock you o’er the mazzard.