"Your husband’s such a good man. Don’t worry, Cassio. I’m sure you and my husband will be as friendly as you were before."
"My dear beautiful lady, whatever happens to Michael Cassio, he’ll always be your humble servant."
"Cassio, my lord? No, I don’t think so. He wouldn’t sneak away looking so guilty when he saw you coming."
"Wasn’t that Cassio leaving my wife? I really think it was him."
"Oh, Cassio, where did you get this? This is a gift from another woman, a new lover! Now I know why you’ve been staying away from me. Has it come to this? Well, well."
"Don’t act like you’re doing me a favor! Would I ever deny you anything? No. Goodbye, my husband."
"I won’t deny you anything! But in return, please, do one thing for me: leave me alone for a little while."
"In that case, I think Cassio’s an honest man."
"No, I think there’s more to this than you’re letting on. Please tell me what you’re thinking—even your worst suspicions."
"Where could I have lost that handkerchief, Emilia? This would be enough to make my husband suspect me, if he wasn’t so free of jealousy."
"I don’t know, madam."
'I’m sorry, Bianca. All this time I’ve been depressed and had problems on my mind. When I get some free time I’ll make it up to you. (he gives her DESDEMONA ’s handkerchief) Sweet Bianca, would you copy this embroidery pattern for me?'