I greet thy love. Not with vain thanks but with acceptance bounteous, And will upon the instant put thee to ’t. Within these three days let me hear thee say, That Cassio’s not alive.
My friend is dead, 'Tis done at your request. But let her live.
Good madam, do. I warrant it grieves my husband. As if the cause were his.
Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do. All my abilities in thy behalf.
Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, He’s never anything but your true servant.
Don’t admit to knowing anything about it. I need it. Now go, leave me.I will in Cassio’s lodging lose this napkinAnd let him find it. Trifles light as airAre to the jealous confirmations strongAs proofs of holy writ. This may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison. Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons
If it be not for some purpose of import, Give ’t me again. Poor lady, she’ll run mad. When she shall lack it.