Enter Iago.
CASSIO.
Welcome, Iago. We must to the watch.
IAGO.
Not this hour, lieutenant. ’Tis not yet ten o’ th’ 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 is a most fresh and delicate creature.
IAGO.
What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley to provocation.
CASSIO.
An inviting eye, and yet methinks right modest.
IAGO.
And when she speaks, is it not an alarm to love?
CASSIO.
She is indeed perfection.