Iago. I am your owne for euer.
Exeunt.
Scaena Quarta.
Enter Desdemona, aemilia, and Clown.
Des. Do you know Sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio
lyes?
Clow. I dare not say he lies any where
Des. Why man?
Clo. He's a Soldier, and for me to say a Souldier lyes,
'tis stabbing
Des. Go too: where lodges he?
Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tel you where
I lye
Des. Can any thing be made of this?
Clo. I know not where he lodges, and for mee to deuise
a lodging, and say he lies heere, or he lies there, were
to lye in mine owne throat
Des. Can you enquire him out? and be edified by report?
Clo. I will Catechize the world for him, that is, make
Questions, and by them answer
Des. Seeke him, bidde him come hither: tell him, I haue moou'd my Lord on his behalfe, and hope all will be well