Iago. I am your owne for euer.

Exeunt.


Scaena Quarta.

Enter Desdemona, aemilia, and Clown.

Des. Do you know Sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio
lyes?
Clow. I dare not say he lies any where

Des. Why man?
Clo. He's a Soldier, and for me to say a Souldier lyes,
'tis stabbing

Des. Go too: where lodges he?
Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tel you where
I lye

Des. Can any thing be made of this?
Clo. I know not where he lodges, and for mee to deuise
a lodging, and say he lies heere, or he lies there, were
to lye in mine owne throat

Des. Can you enquire him out? and be edified by report?
Clo. I will Catechize the world for him, that is, make
Questions, and by them answer