Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.[5410]
Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn[5429] 160
of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say you,[5429]
Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor?[5429][5430]
Cas. He speaks home, madam: you may relish him[5431]
more in the soldier than in the scholar.[5431][5432]
Iago. [Aside] He takes her by the palm: ay, well said,[5433]165
whisper: with as little a web as this will I ensnare as great[5434]
a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do; I will gyve thee[5435]
in thine own courtship. You say true; 'tis so, indeed: if[5436]
such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it[5437]
had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so[5438] 170
oft, which now again you are most apt to play the sir in.[5439]
Very good; well kissed! an excellent courtesy! 'tis so,[5440]
indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? would they[5441]
were clyster-pipes for your sake! [Trumpet within.] The[5442]
Moor! I know his trumpet. 175
Cas. 'Tis truly so.
Des. Let's meet him and receive him.
Cas. Lo, where he comes!
Enter Othello and Attendants.[5443]
Oth. O my fair warrior!
Des. My dear Othello!