I am no strumpet; but of life as honest
As you that thus abuse me.

He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not.

Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio,
Cassio, Cassio!

What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?

An you'll come to supper to-night, you may; an you
will not, come when you are next prepared for.

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 ...

'Tis very good; I must be circumstanced.

But that you do not love me.
I pray you, bring me on the way a little,
And say if I shall see you soon at night.

Why, I pray you?

Leave you! wherefore?

Why, whose is it?

O Cassio, whence came this?
This is some token from a newer friend:
To the felt absence now I feel a cause:
Is't come to this? Well, well.

And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
What, keep a week away? seven days and nights?
Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight score times?
O weary reckoning!

Save you, friend Cassio!