Othello’s sentence was short and sharp. “I know, Iago, thy honesty and love do mince this matter, making it light to Cassio.--Cassio, I love thee, but never more be officer of mine.” When Othello and the others had retired, Iago, seeing Cassio standing as if dazed, went up and asked him if he were hurt. “Ay, past all surgery,” was the mournful response. “Marry, Heaven forbid!” said Iago, startled. “Reputation, reputation, reputation!” groaned Cassio. “O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!” “As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound,” scoffed Iago. “There is more sense in that than in ‘_reputation_.’” And he tried to cheer up Cassio by telling him there were ways in which he could recover the General’s favour,--only sue to him, and he would soon be won round. “I would rather sue to be despised than deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, so indiscreet an officer,” returned the contrite Cassio. “You or any man may be drunk once in his life, man,” urged Iago. “I’ll tell you what you shall do.” And he went on to say that the General’s wife was now the General, meaning by this that Othello would do anything that Desdemona wanted. Iago advised Cassio to appeal to Desdemona. She was so good and kind that she always did more than she was asked. If Desdemona pleaded with Othello on his behalf, Iago was ready to wager anything that Cassio would soon be in higher favour than ever. Cassio was grateful to Iago for his counsel, which the latter protested he only offered in love and honest kindness, and Cassio resolved early the next morning to beseech Desdemona to undertake his cause. Iago was delighted to find his plot working so smoothly. He knew that the more earnestly Desdemona appealed on behalf of Cassio, the more fuel there would be to feed Othello’s jealousy. Thus, out of the gentle lady’s own sweetness and goodness Iago made the net that was to enmesh them all. The Handkerchief In accordance with his resolve, Cassio appealed the next morning to Desdemona, who with all the warmth of her affectionate nature undertook his defence, and merrily promised to give her husband no peace until he had pardoned the offender. Othello approaching at that moment, Desdemona begged Cassio to remain and hear her speak, but the young lieutenant was too much ashamed to face his General, and left in some haste. Iago seized this chance to implant the first seeds of suspicion in Othello, by exclaiming, as if without thinking, “Ha! I like not that.” “What dost thou say?” asked Othello. “Nothing, my lord; or if--I know not what,” said Iago, craftily pretending as if he wished to withdraw his words. “Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?” “Cassio, my lord!” with an air of great surprise. “No, sure, I cannot think it, that he would steal away so guilty-like, seeing you coming.” “I do believe it was he,” persisted Othello.