I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, And will upon the instant put thee to’t: Within these three days let me hear thee say That Cassio’s not alive.

My friend is dead; ’tis done at your request: But let her live.

Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.