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Othello

Act 4, Scene 1

Enter OTHELLO and IAGO	OTHELLO and IAGO enter.
IAGO Will you think so?	IAGO Do you really think so?
OTHELLO Think so, Iago?	OTHELLO What do you mean, do I think so?
IAGO What, To kiss in private?	IAGO What, just because they kissed in private?
OTHELLO An unauthorized kiss!	OTHELLO An illicit kiss!
IAGO Or to be naked with her friend in bed An hour or more, not meaning any harm?	IAGO Maybe she was just naked in bed with him for an hour or so, but they didn’t do anything.
OTHELLO Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm! It is hypocrisy against the devil. They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.	OTHELLO Naked in bed together, but without doing anything? Come on, Iago. That would be like playing a trick on the devil: they’d make him think they’re going to commit adultery, but then back off. Anyone who acted like that would be letting the devil tempt them, and tempting God to condemn them.
IAGO So they do nothing, ’tis a venial slip. But if I give my wife a handkerchief—	IAGO As long as they didn’t do anything, it would only be a minor sin. But if I gave my wife a handkerchief—
OTHELLO What then?	OTHELLO Then what?
IAGO Why then ’tis hers, my lord, and, being hers, She may, I think, bestow ’t on any man.	IAGO Then it’s hers. And if it’s hers, I guess she can give it to any man she wants.
OTHELLO She is protectress of her honor too. May she give that?	OTHELLO Her reputation is also her own. Can she give that away too?
IAGO Her honor is an essence that’s not seen, They have it very oft that have it not. But for the handkerchief—	IAGO You can’t see a reputation. A lot of people don’t even deserve the reputations they have. But a handkerchief—
OTHELLO By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it. Thou saidst—Oh, it comes o’er my memory, As doth the raven o’er the infectious house, Boding to all—he had my handkerchief.	OTHELLO God, I wish I could forget about the handkerchief! What you told me it haunts me like a nightmare—he’s got my handkerchief!
IAGO Ay, what of that?	IAGO Yes, what about it?
OTHELLO That’s not so good now.	OTHELLO That’s not good.
IAGO What if I had said I had seen him do you wrong? Or heard him say—as knaves be such abroad, Who having, by their own importunate suit, Or voluntary dotage of some mistress, Convincèd or supplied them, cannot choose But they must blab—	IAGO What if I’d said I saw him do something to hurt you? Or heard him say something about it. You know there are jerks out there who have to brag about bedding some woman.—
OTHELLO Hath he said any thing?	OTHELLO Has he said anything?
IAGO He hath, my lord, but be you well assured No more than he’ll unswear.	IAGO Yes, but he’d deny it all.
OTHELLO What hath he said?	OTHELLO What did he say?
IAGO Why, that he did—I know not what he did.	IAGO He said he did—I don’t know.
OTHELLO What? what?	OTHELLO He what?
IAGO Lie—	IAGO He was in bed with—
OTHELLO With her?	OTHELLO With her?
IAGO With her, on her, what you will.	IAGO With her, on top of her—however you want to say it.
OTHELLO Lie with her? lie on her? We say “lie on her” when they belie her! Lie with her—that’s fulsome. Handkerchief—confessions—handkerchief! To confess, and be hanged for his labor. First to be hanged, and then to confess—I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion without some instruction. It is not words that shake me thus. Pish! Noses, ears, and lips. Is ’t possible? Confess!—Handkerchief!—Oh, devil!—	OTHELLO In bed with her? On top of her? I would have thought people were telling lies about her rather than believe he was lying on her. My God, it’s nauseating! Handkerchief—confessions—handkerchief! I’ll kill him first, and then let him confess—I’m trembling with rage. I wouldn’t be trembling like this if I didn’t know deep down this was all true. Noses, ears, lips. Is it possible? Tell me the truth—Handkerchief—Damn it!
(falls in a trance)	(he falls into a trance)
IAGO Work on, My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught, And many worthy and chaste dames even thus, All guiltless, meet reproach.—What, ho! My lord! My lord, I say! Othello!	IAGO Keep working, poison! This is the way to trick gullible fools. Many good and innocent women are punished for reasons like this.—My lord? My lord, Othello!
Enter CASSIO	CASSIO enters.
How now, Cassio!	Hey, Cassio!
CASSIO What’s the matter?	CASSIO What’s the matter?
IAGO My lord is fall’n into an epilepsy. This is his second fit. He had one yesterday.	IAGO Othello’s having some kind of epileptic fit. This is his second fit like this. He had one yesterday.
CASSIO Rub him about the temples.	CASSIO Rub his temples.
IAGO No, forbear. The lethargy must have his quiet course. If not, he foams at mouth and by and by Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs. Do you withdraw yourself a little while, He will recover straight. When he is gone I would on great occasion speak with you.	IAGO No, don’t. This fit has to run its course. If you interrupt it, he’ll foam at the mouth and go crazy. Look, he’s moving. Why don’t you go away for a bit? He’ll get better right away. When he leaves, it’s very important that I talk to you.
Exit CASSIO	CASSIO exits.
How is it, general? Have you not hurt your head?	What happened, general? Did you hit your head?
OTHELLO Dost thou mock me?	OTHELLO Are you making fun of me?
IAGO I mock you not, by heaven. Would you would bear your fortune like a man!	IAGO Making fun of you? No, I swear! I wish you could face your bad news like a man!
OTHELLO A hornèd man’s a monster and a beast.	OTHELLO A man who’s been cheated on isn’t a real man. He’s subhuman, like an animal.
IAGO There’s many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster.	IAGO In that case there are a lot of animals on the loose in this city.
OTHELLO Did he confess it?	OTHELLO Did he confess?
IAGO Good sir, be a man, Think every bearded fellow that’s but yoked May draw with you. There’s millions now alive That nightly lie in those unproper beds Which they dare swear peculiar. Your case is better. Oh, ’tis the spite of hell, the fiend’s arch-mock, To lip a wanton in a secure couch, And to suppose her chaste. No, let me know, And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.	IAGO Sir, be a man. Every married man has been cheated on. Millions of men sleep with wives who cheat on them, wrongly believing they belong to them alone. Your case is better than that. At least you’re not ignorant. The worst thing of all is to kiss your wife thinking she’s innocent, when in fact she’s a whore. No, I’d rather know the truth. Then I’ll know exactly what she is, just as I know what I am.
OTHELLO Oh, thou art wise! ’Tis certain.	OTHELLO You’re wise! That’s for sure.
IAGO Stand you awhile apart, Confine yourself but in a patient list. Whilst you were here o’erwhelmèd with your grief— A passion most resulting such a man— Cassio came hither. I shifted him away And laid good ’scuses upon your ecstasy, Bade him anon return and here speak with me, The which he promised. Do but encave yourself, And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns That dwell in every region of his face. For I will make him tell the tale anew Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when He hath, and is again to cope your wife. I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience, Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen, And nothing of a man.	IAGO Go somewhere else for a while. Calm down. While you were dazed by grief—which isn’t appropriate for a man like you—Cassio showed up here. I got him to leave, and made up an excuse for your trance. I told him to come back and talk to me in a bit, and he promised he would. So hide here and watch how he sneers at you. I’ll make him tell me the whole story again—where, how often, how long ago—and when he plans to sleep with your wife in the future. I’m telling you, just watch his face. But stay calm, and don’t get carried away by rage, or I’ll think you’re not a man.
OTHELLO Dost thou hear, Iago? I will be found most cunning in my patience, But—dost thou hear?—most bloody.	OTHELLO Do you hear what I’m saying, Iago? I’ll be very patient, but—do you hear me?—I’m not done with him yet
IAGO That’s not amiss, But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?	IAGO That’s fine, but for now keep your cool. Will you go hide?
OTHELLO withdraws	OTHELLO hides.
Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, A huswife that by selling her desires Buys herself bread and clothes. It is a creature That dotes on Cassio, as ’tis the strumpet’s plague To beguile many and be beguiled by one. He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain From the excess of laughter. Here he comes.	Now I’ll ask Cassio about Bianca, a prostitute who sells her body for food and clothes. She’s crazy about Cassio. That’s the whore’s curse, to seduce many men, but to be seduced by one. Whenever he talks about her he can’t stop laughing.
Enter CASSIO	CASSIO enters.
As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad. And his unbookish jealousy must construe Poor Cassio’s smiles, gestures, and light behavior Quite in the wrong.—How do you now, lieutenant?	And when he laughs, Othello will go crazy. In his ignorant jealousy, he’ll totally misunderstand Cassio’s smiles, gestures, and jokes.—How are you, lieutenant?
CASSIO The worser that you give me the addition Whose want even kills me.	CASSIO It doesn’t make me feel any better when you call me lieutenant. I’m dying to have that title back again.
IAGO Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on ’t. Now if this suit lay in Bianca’s power How quickly should you speed!	IAGO Just keep asking Desdemona, and it’ll be yours. If it was up to Bianca to get you your job back, you’d have had it already!
CASSIO Alas, poor caitiff!	CASSIO The poor thing!
OTHELLO Look how he laughs already!	OTHELLO He’s laughing already!
IAGO I never knew woman love man so.	IAGO I never knew a woman who loved a man so much.
CASSIO Alas, poor rogue, I think indeed she loves me.	CASSIO The poor thing, I really think she loves me.
OTHELLO Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out.	OTHELLO Now he denies it a bit, and tries to laugh it off.
IAGO Do you hear, Cassio?	IAGO Have you heard this, Cassio?
OTHELLO Now he importunes him To tell it o’er. Go to, well said, well said.	OTHELLO He’s asking him to tell the story again. Go on, tell it.
IAGO She gives it out that you shall marry her. Do you intend it?	IAGO She says you’re going to marry her. Are you?
CASSIO Ha, ha, ha!	CASSIO Ha, ha, ha!
OTHELLO Do ye triumph, Roman? Do you triumph?	OTHELLO Are you laughing because you’ve won? Do you think you’ve won?
CASSIO I marry her! What? A customer? Prithee bear some charity to my wit. Do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!	CASSIO Me, marry her? That whore? Please give me a little credit! I’m not that stupid. Ha, ha, ha!
OTHELLO So, so, so, so! They laugh that win!	OTHELLO So, so, so, so! The winner’s always got the last laugh, hasn’t he?
IAGO Why the cry goes that you shall marry her.	IAGO I swear, there’s a rumor going around that you’ll marry her.
CASSIO Prithee say true!	CASSIO You’re kidding!
IAGO I am a very villain else.	IAGO If it’s not true, you can call me a villain.
OTHELLO Have you scored me? Well.	OTHELLO Have you given me bastard children to raise? All right, then.
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.	CASSIO The little monkey must have started that rumor herself. She thinks I’ll marry her because she loves me. She’s just flattering herself. I never promised her anything.
OTHELLO Iago beckons me. Now he begins the story.	OTHELLO Iago is gesturing for me to come closer. Now he’s telling the story.
CASSIO She was here even now. She haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the sea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble and, by this hand, she falls me thus about my neck—	CASSIO She was here just now. She hangs around me all the time. I was talking to some Venetians down by the shore, and the fool showed up. I swear to you, she put her arms around me like this—
OTHELLO Crying “O dear Cassio!” as it were. His gesture imports it.	OTHELLO Saying, “Oh, Cassio,” it seems, judging by his gestures.
CASSIO So hangs and lolls and weeps upon me, so shakes, and pulls me! Ha, ha, ha!	CASSIO She hangs around me and dangles from my neck and cries, shaking me and pulling at me. Ha, ha, ha!
OTHELLO Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber. Oh, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.	OTHELLO Now he’s saying how she took him into our bedroom. Oh, I can see your nose now. But I can’t see the dog I’m going to throw it to.
CASSIO Well, I must leave her company.	CASSIO I have to get rid of her.
IAGO Before me! Look, where she comes.	IAGO Look out, here she comes.
Enter BIANCA	BIANCA enters.
CASSIO ’Tis such another fitchew. Marry, a perfumed one.— What do you mean by this haunting of me?	CASSIO It’s a whore like all the others, stinking of cheap perfume.—Why are you always hanging around me?
BIANCA Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there! This is some minx’s token, and I must take out the work? There, give it your hobby-horse. Wheresoever you had it, I’ll take out no work on ’t.	BIANCA Damn you! What did you mean by giving me this handkerchief? I was an idiot to take it! You want me to copy the embroidery pattern? That was a likely story, that you found it in your room and didn’t know who it belonged to. This is a love token from some other slut, and you want me to copy its pattern for you? Give it back to her, I won’t do anything with it.
CASSIO How now, my sweet Bianca! How now, how now?	CASSIO What is it, my dear Bianca? What’s wrong?
OTHELLO By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!	OTHELLO My God, that’s my handkerchief!
BIANCA If you’ll come to supper tonight, you may. If you will not, come when you are next prepared for.	BIANCA If you want to come have dinner with me, you can. If you don’t want to, then good riddance.
Exit	BIANCA exits.
IAGO After her, after her.	IAGO Go after her, go.
CASSIO I must, she’ll rail in the street else.	CASSIO Actually, I should. She’ll scream in the streets if I don’t.
IAGO Will you sup there?	IAGO Will you be having dinner with her tonight?
CASSIO Yes, I intend so.	CASSIO Yes, I will.
IAGO Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very fain speak with you.	IAGO Well, maybe I’ll see you there. I’d really like to speak with you.
CASSIO Prithee come, will you?	CASSIO Please come. Will you?
IAGO Go to! Say no more.	IAGO Don’t talk anymore, go after her.
Exit CASSIO	CASSIO exits.
OTHELLO (advancing) How shall I murder him, Iago?	OTHELLO (coming forward) How should I murder him, Iago?
IAGO Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?	IAGO Did you see how he laughed about sleeping with her?
OTHELLO O Iago!	OTHELLO Oh Iago!
IAGO And did you see the handkerchief?	IAGO And did you see the handkerchief?
OTHELLO Was that mine?	OTHELLO Was it 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.	IAGO It was yours, I swear. And do you see how much your foolish wife means to him? She gave it to him, and he gave it to his whore.
OTHELLO I would have him nine years a-killing. A fine woman! A fair woman! A sweet woman!	OTHELLO I wish I could keep killing him for nine years straight. Oh, she’s a fine woman! A fair woman! A sweet woman!
IAGO Nay, you must forget that.	IAGO No, you have to forget all that now.
OTHELLO Ay, let her rot and perish and be damned tonight, for she shall not live. No, my heart is turned to stone. I strike it and it hurts my hand. Oh, the world hath not a sweeter creature, she might lie by an emperor’s side and command him tasks.	OTHELLO Yes, let her die and rot and go to hell tonight. She won’t stay alive for long. No, my heart’s turned to stone—when I hit it, it hurts my hand. Oh, the world never saw a sweeter creature. She could be married to an emperor, and he’d be like her slave!
IAGO Nay, that’s not your way.	IAGO But that’s not how you’re going to be.
OTHELLO Hang her! I do but say what she is. So delicate with her needle, an admirable musician. Oh, she will sing the savageness out of a bear! Of so high and plenteous wit and invention!	OTHELLO Damn her, I’m just describing her truthfully! She’s so good at sewing, and a wonderful musician. Oh, she could sing a wild bear to sleep! Oh, she’s so witty and creative!
IAGO She’s the worse for all this.	IAGO All the worse that she stooped this low, then.
OTHELLO Oh, a thousand thousand times—and then of so gentle a condition!	OTHELLO Oh, a thousand times worse, a thousand times—and what a sweet personality she has!
IAGO Ay, too gentle.	IAGO Yes, a little too sweet.
OTHELLO Nay, that’s certain. But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!	OTHELLO Yes, that’s for sure. Oh, it’s dreadful, dreadful, Iago!
IAGO If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend, for if it touch not you it comes near nobody.	IAGO If you still feel so affectionate toward her, then why not give her permission to cheat on you? If it doesn’t bother you, it won’t bother anyone else.
OTHELLO I will chop her into messes! Cuckold me?	OTHELLO I’ll chop her into pieces. How could she cheat on me?
IAGO Oh, ’tis foul in her.	IAGO Oh, it’s horrible of her.
OTHELLO With mine officer!	OTHELLO And with my own officer!
IAGO That’s fouler.	IAGO That’s worse.
OTHELLO Get me some poison, Iago, this night. I’ll not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again—This night, Iago!	OTHELLO Get me some poison tonight, Iago. I won’t argue with her, so her beautiful body won’t disarm me.—Tonight, Iago.
IAGO Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.	IAGO Don’t do it with poison. Strangle her in her bed, the same bed she’s contaminated.
OTHELLO Good, good, the justice of it pleases! Very good!	OTHELLO Good, good, I like that—it’s only fair! Very good!
IAGO And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker. You shall hear more by midnight.	IAGO And let me kill Cassio. You’ll hear more from me by midnight.
OTHELLO Excellent good.	OTHELLO Excellent, good.
A trumpet within	A trumpet sounds offstage.
What trumpet is that same?	What’s that trumpet for?
IAGO I warrant something from Venice. ’Tis Lodovico, this, comes from the duke. See, your wife’s with him.	IAGO I think someone’s coming from Venice. It’s Lodovico. He must be coming from the duke. Look, your wife is with him.
Enter LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, and attendants	LODOVICO, DESDEMONA and attendants enter.
LODOVICO Save you, worthy general!	LODOVICO Greetings, good general!
OTHELLO With all my heart, sir.	OTHELLO Greetings, sir.
LODOVICO The duke and senators of Venice greet you.	LODOVICO The duke and senators of Venice greet you.
(gives him a letter)	(he hands OTHELLO a piece of paper)
OTHELLO I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.	OTHELLO I’ll do whatever they order me to do in this letter.
DESDEMONA And what’s the news, good cousin Lodovico?	DESDEMONA What’s new, cousin Lodovico?
IAGO I am very glad to see you, signior. Welcome to Cyprus.	IAGO Very nice to see you, sir. Welcome to Cyprus.
LODOVICO I thank you. How does lieutenant Cassio?	LODOVICO Thank you. How is lieutenant Cassio?
IAGO Lives, sir.	IAGO Well, he’s alive.
DESDEMONA Cousin, there’s fall’n between him and my lord An unkind breach, but you shall make all well.	DESDEMONA Cousin, there’s been a falling out between him and Othello. An unfortunate rift, but you can fix it.
OTHELLO Are you sure of that?	OTHELLO Are you sure of that?
DESDEMONA My lord?	DESDEMONA Excuse me?
OTHELLO (reads) “This fail you not to do, as you will—”	OTHELLO (reading) “Don’t fail to do this, since you’ll—”
LODOVICO He did not call, he’s busy in the paper. Is there division ’twixt my lord and Cassio?	LODOVICO He didn’t say anything, he’s reading. So there’s a rift between Othello and Cassio?
DESDEMONA A most unhappy one. I would do much T’ atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.	DESDEMONA Yes, unfortunately. I’d do anything to bring them back together, since I really care for Cassio.
OTHELLO Fire and brimstone!	OTHELLO Damn it all!
DESDEMONA My lord?	DESDEMONA Excuse me, my lord?
OTHELLO Are you wise?	OTHELLO Are you in your right mind?
DESDEMONA What, is he angry?	DESDEMONA Is he angry?
LODOVICO Maybe the letter moved him, For, as I think, they do command him home, Deputing Cassio in his government.	LODOVICO Maybe the letter upset him. I think they want him to go home and appoint Cassio governor in his place.
DESDEMONA Trust me, I am glad on ’t.	DESDEMONA I’m happy about that.
OTHELLO Indeed!	OTHELLO Oh, are you really!
DESDEMONA My lord?	DESDEMONA My lord?
OTHELLO I am glad to see you mad.	OTHELLO I’m glad you’re insane enough to admit it in front of me.
DESDEMONA Why, sweet Othello—	DESDEMONA Why, sweet Othello—
OTHELLO (striking her) Devil!	OTHELLO (striking her) You devil!
DESDEMONA I have not deserved this.	DESDEMONA I haven’t done anything to deserve this!
LODOVICO My lord, this would not be believed in Venice, Though I should swear I saw ’t. ’Tis very much. Make her amends, she weeps.	LODOVICO My lord, no one will believe this in Venice, even though I’d swear I saw it with my own eyes. That was too much. You should apologize. She’s crying.
OTHELLO Oh, devil, devil! If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears, Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile. Out of my sight!	OTHELLO Oh, you devil, you devil! You can cry all day and all night, and I still won’t believe you’re sad. Get out of my sight!
DESDEMONA I will not stay to offend you.	DESDEMONA I wouldn’t want to stay here and make you angry.
LODOVICO Truly, an obedient lady. I do beseech your lordship, call her back.	LODOVICO She’s obedient—a fine lady. Please, my lord, call her back.
OTHELLO Mistress!	OTHELLO Madam!
DESDEMONA My lord?	DESDEMONA My lord?
OTHELLO What would you with her, sir?	OTHELLO What do you want with her, sir?
LODOVICO Who, I, my lord?	LODOVICO Who, me?
OTHELLO Ay, you did wish that I would make her turn. Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, And turn again. And she can weep, sir, weep. And she’s obedient, as you say, obedient, Very obedient.—Proceed you in your tears.— Concerning this, sir—Oh, well-painted passion!— I am commanded home.—Get you away, I’ll send for you anon.—Sir, I obey the mandate And will return to Venice.—Hence, avaunt!	OTHELLO Yes, you asked me to call her back. See how well she can turn? She can turn and turn, and then turn on you again. And she can cry, sir—oh, how she can cry! And she’s obedient, as you say, obedient. Very obedient—keep crying.—Concerning this—oh, what fake emotion!—I am being ordered home—Get away from me, I’ll send for you later.—Sir, I’ll obey the order and return to Venice. Get away from me, you witch!
Exit DESDEMONA	DESDEMONA exits.
Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, tonight I do entreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus. Goats and monkeys!	Cassio can have my job. And tonight, sir, I invite you have dinner with me. Welcome to Cyprus. Horny animals!
Exit	OTHELLO exits.
LODOVICO Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate Call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature Whom passion could not shake? Whose solid virtue The shot of accident nor dart of chance Could neither graze nor pierce?	LODOVICO Is this the same Moor whom the senate considers so capable? Is this the guy who’s supposed to never get emotional, and who never gets rattled, no matter what disaster happens?
IAGO He is much changed.	IAGO He’s changed a great deal.
LODOVICO Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain?	LODOVICO Is he sane? Is he losing his mind?
IAGO He’s that he is. I may not breathe my censure What he might be. If what he might he is not, I would to heaven he were!	IAGO He is what he is. I won’t say anything negative about what he might be. If he isn’t what he might be, then I wish to God he were!
LODOVICO What? Strike his wife?	LODOVICO Hitting his wife?
IAGO ’Faith, that was not so well. Yet would I knew That stroke would prove the worst!	IAGO It’s true, that wasn’t such a nice thing to do. But I wish I could say that’s the last time he’ll do it!
LODOVICO Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood And new-create his fault?	LODOVICO Is it a habit of his? Or did the letter make him emotional somehow, and this is the first time he’s done it?
IAGO Alas, alas! It is not honesty in me to speak What I have seen and known. You shall observe him, And his own courses will denote him so That I may save my speech. Do but go after And mark how he continues.	IAGO Oh, it’s too bad! It wouldn’t be right for me to tell you everything I’ve seen and heard. You’ll see what he’s like. His own actions will show you what kind of person he is, so I won’t have to bother telling you. Just go after him and watch what he does next.
LODOVICO I am sorry that I am deceived in him.	LODOVICO I’m sorry I was so wrong about him.
Exeunt	They exit.