Cas. Prithee, come; will you?
Iago. Go to; say no more. [Exit Cassio.[6324]
Oth. [Advancing] How shall I murder him, Iago?[6325] 165
Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
Oth. O Iago![6326]
Iago. And did you see the handkerchief?[6314]
Oth. Was that mine?
Iago. Yours, by this hand: and to see how he prizes the[6327] 170
foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he hath given[6327]
it his whore.[6327]
Oth. I would have him nine years a-killing. A fine[6327][6328]
woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman![6328]
Iago. Nay, you must forget that.[6329] 175