Desdemona
To do what?
Iago
To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
Desdemona
O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say you, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor?
Cassio
He speaks home, madam: You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.
Iago
Aside.
He takes her by the palm: ay, well said, whisper: with as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship. You say true; ’tis so, indeed: if such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent courtesy! ’tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your sake! The Moor! I know his trumpet.
Trumpet within.
Cassio
’Tis truly so.
Desdemona
Let’s meet him and receive him.