As he shall smile Othello shall go mad,
And his unbookish jealousy must construe
Poor Cassio’s smiles, gestures, and light behaviour
Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant?
CASSIO.
The worser that you give me the addition
Whose want even kills me.
IAGO.
Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on’t.
[Speaking lower.] Now, if this suit lay in Bianca’s power,
How quickly should you speed!
CASSIO.
Alas, poor caitiff!
OTHELLO.
[Aside.] Look how he laughs already!
IAGO.
I never knew a woman love man so.
CASSIO.
Alas, poor rogue! I think, i’ faith, she loves me.
OTHELLO.
[Aside.] Now he denies it faintly and laughs it out.
IAGO.
Do you hear, Cassio?
OTHELLO.
Now he importunes him
To tell it o’er. Go to, well said, well said.