Oth. With mine officer!
Iago. That's fouler.
Oth. Get me some poison, Iago; this night. I'll not[6344]
expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide[6345]
my mind again: this night, Iago. 200
Iago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed,[6346]
even the bed she hath contaminated.[6347]
Oth. Good, good: the justice of it pleases: very good.[6348]
Iago. And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: you[6349]
shall hear more by midnight.[6349] 205
Oth. Excellent good. [A trumpet within.] What trumpet is that same?[6350]
Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodovico[6351][6352]
Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him.[6351]
Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants.[6353]
Lod. God save the worthy general!