Iago: I do suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leap'd into my seat...
nothing can or shall content my soul
Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife
Othello: Iago is most honest
Iago: I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth
Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio;
Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth
Othello: Cassio, I love thee
But never more be officer of mine.
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: And what’s he then that says I…