Cassio

Desdemona
What wouldst write of me if thou shouldst praise me?
Iago
O, gentle lady, do not put me to ‘t,
For I am nothing if not critical.
Desdemona
Come on, assay.—There’s one gone to the harbor?
Iago
Ay, madam.
Desdemona, aside
I am not merry,
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Cassio
‘Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.
Montano
Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I
am a soldier.
Iago
Some wine, ho! Sings.

And let me the cannikin clink, clink,
And let me the cannikin clink.
A soldier’s a man,
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Iago
What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
Cassio
Ay, past all surgery.
Iago
Marry, God  forbid!
Cassio
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have
lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation,
Iago, my reputation!
Iago
As I am an honest man,
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Desdemona
How now, good Cassio, what’s the news with you?
Cassio
Madam, my former suit. I do beseech you
That by your virtuous means I may again
Exist, and be a member of his love
Whom I with all the office of my heart
Entirely honor. I would not be delayed.
If my offense be of such mortal kind
That nor my service past nor present sorrows
Nor purposed merit in futurity
Can ransom me into his love again,
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Iago
Here, stand behind this bulk. Straight will he come.
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home.
Quick, quick! Fear nothing. I’ll be at thy elbow.
It makes us or it mars us—think on that,
And fix most firm thy resolution.
Roderigo
Be near at hand. I may miscarry in ‘t.
Iago
Here,
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Lodovico
Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?
Othello
That’s he that was Othello. Here I am.

Demand me nothing. What you know, you know.
From this time forth I never will speak word.

Lodovico
Where is that viper? Bring the villain forth.
  Iago is brought forward.
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Othello
Soft you. A word or two before you go.
I have done the state some service, and they know ’t.
No more of that. I pray you in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice.

Then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely,
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