:45:00
And so...
:45:02
...with no money at all and
a little more wit...
:45:07
...return again to Venice.
:45:11
How poor are they
that have not patience.
:45:15
What wound did ever heal
but by degrees?
:45:20
Thou knowest we work by wit...
:45:22
...and not by witchcraft.
:45:24
And wit depends on dilatory time.
:45:28
Does it not go well?
:45:32
Cassio hath beaten thee.
:45:37
And thou, by that small hurt...
:45:41
...hath cashiered Cassio.
:45:48
Content thyself awhile.
:46:00
By the mass, 'tis morning.
:46:03
Pleasure and action
make the hours seem short.
:46:07
Retire thee awhile.
:46:12
Away, l say.
:46:14
Thou shalt know more hereafter.
:46:18
Nay, get thee gone.
:46:38
Bounteous madam...
:46:39
...whatever shall become of
Michael Cassio?
:46:41
-He's never anything but your servant.
-l know it.
:46:45
l thank you.
:46:48
Madam, here comes my lord.
:46:53
-l like not that.
-What dost thou say?
:46:56
Nothing, my lord.
:46:57
-Madam, l take my leave.
-Farewell.