I know, Iago, Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, Making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee But never more be officer of mine.

Look, if my gentle love be not raised up! I’ll make thee an example.

All’s well now, sweeting; come away to bed. Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon: Lead him off. To Montano , who is led off. Iago, look with care about the town, And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted. Come, Desdemona: ’tis the soldiers’ life To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife. Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio.