unbookish

That’s not amiss .
But yet keep time in all . Will you withdraw ?

Now will I question Cassio of Bianca ,
A huswife that by selling her desires
Buys herself bread and clothes . It is a creature
That dotes on Cassio — as ’tis the strumpet’s plague
To beguile many and be beguiled by one .
He , when he hears of her , cannot restrain
From the excess of laughter . Here he comes .



As he shall smile , Othello shall go mad ,
And his unbookish jealousy must construe
Poor Cassio’s smiles , gestures , and light behaviors
Quite in the wrong . — How do you , lieutenant ?