IAGO.
She gives it out that you shall marry her.
Do you intend it?
CASSIO.
Ha, ha, ha!
OTHELLO.
Do you triumph, Roman? Do you triumph?
CASSIO.
I marry her? What? A customer? I prithee, bear some charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!
OTHELLO.
So, so, so, so. They laugh that wins.
IAGO.
Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her.
CASSIO.
Prithee say true.
IAGO.
I am a very villain else.
OTHELLO.
Have you scored me? Well.
CASSIO.
This is the monkey’s own giving out. She is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.