Cassio
Welcome, Iago; we must to the watch.
Iago
Not this hour, lieutenant; ’tis not yet ten o’ the clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame: he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and she is sport for Jove.
Cassio
She’s a most exquisite lady.
Iago
And, I’ll warrant her, full of game.
Cassio
Indeed, she’s a most fresh and delicate creature.
Iago
What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of provocation.
Cassio
An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.
Iago
And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?
Cassio
She is indeed perfection.
Iago
Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello.