Inevitably—and of a dead certainty.
TALBOYS.
How—how, sir?
NORTH.
Why will an Eagle be an Owl?
TALBOYS.
A compliment and a banter—
NORTH.
Why, you Owl! we have just seen Cassio slink away—all is plain sailing now—Talboys—for Iago by four words seals her doom.
"Ha! I like not that!
Othello. What dost thou say?
Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if—I know not what.
Othello. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
Iago. Cassio, my Lord? No, sure; I cannot think it,
That he would steal away so guilty-like
Seeing you coming."