What dost thou say, Iago?
Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,
Know of your love?
He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask?
But for a satisfaction of my thought;
No further harm.
Why of thy thought, Iago?
I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
O, yes; and went between us very oft.
Indeed! ay, indeed: discern'st thou aught in that?
Is he not honest? (3.2.14)
Why do you speak so faintly?
Are you not well?
I have a pain upon my forehead here. (3.3.2)
My name, that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black
As mine own face. (3.3.54)