1 Get me some poison, Iago; this night.
2 Good night, lieutenant, I must to the watch.
3 It is now high supper-time, and the night grows to waste.
4 Therefore, good Emilia, Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu.
5 Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
6 I pray you bring me on the way a little, And say if I shall see you soon at night.
7 Why then tomorrow night, or Tuesday morn, On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn.
8 I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.
9 Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.
10 There's millions now alive That nightly lie in those unproper beds Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better.
11 If thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery and devise engines for my life.
12 The galleys Have sent a dozen sequent messengers This very night at one another's heels; And many of the consuls, rais'd and met, Are at the duke's already.
13 Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame: he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and she is sport for Jove.
14 Your officer, Iago, can inform you, While I spare speech, which something now offends me, Of all that I do know; nor know I aught By me that's said or done amiss this night, Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice, And to defend ourselves it be a sin When violence assails us.