IAGO.
Go to; say no more.
[Exit Cassio.]
OTHELLO.
[Coming forward.] How shall I murder him, Iago?
IAGO.
Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
OTHELLO.
O Iago!
IAGO.
And did you see the handkerchief?
OTHELLO.
Was that mine?
IAGO.
Yours, by this hand: and to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he hath given it his whore.
OTHELLO.
I would have him nine years a-killing. A fine woman, a fair woman, a sweet woman!
IAGO.
Nay, you must forget that.