Æmil.
Madam, here comes my lord.

Cas.
Madam, I'll take my leave.

Des.
Why, stay, and hear me speak.

Cas.
Madam, not now; I'm very ill at ease,
Unfit for mine own purposes.

Des.
Well, do your discretion. [Exit Cassio.

Iago.
Hah! I like not that.—

Oth.
What dost thou say?

Iago.
Nothing, my lord; or if—I know not what.

Oth.
Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife?

Iago.
Cassio, my lord?—no, sure, I cannot think it,
That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Seeing you coming.

Oth.
I believe, 'twas he.

Des.
How now, my lord?
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth.
Who is't you mean?

Des.
Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord,
If I have any grace, or power to move you,
^{1 note}His present reconciliation make.
For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance, ^{2 note}and not in cunning,
I have no judgment in an honest face.
I pr'ythee, call him back,

Oth.
Went he hence now?

Des.
I, sooth, so humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me,
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

Oth.
Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.

Des.
But shall't be shortly?

Oth.
The sooner, Sweet, for you.

Des.
Shall't be to night at supper?

Oth.
Not to night.

Des.
To morrow dinner then?

Oth.
I shall not dine at home:
I meet the Captains at the citadel.

Des.
Why then to morrow night, or Tuesday morn,

Or Tuesday noon, or night, or Wednesday morn,
I pr'ythee, name the time; but let it not
Exceed three days; in faith, he's penitent:
And yet his trespass, in our common reason,
(Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
Out of their best,) is not almost a fault
T'incur a private check. When shall he come?
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,
What you would ask me, that I would deny,
Or stand so mutt'ring on? what? Michael Cassio!—
That came a wooing with you, and many a time,
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Hath ta'en your part, to have so much to do
To bring him in? trust me, I could do much—

Oth.
Pr'ythee, no more; let him come when he will,
I will deny thee nothing.

Des.
Why, this is not a boon:
^{3 note}'Tis as I should entreat you wear your cloths,
Or feed on nourishing meats, or keep you warm;
Or sue to you, to do peculiar profit
To your own person. Nay, when I have suit,
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poize and difficulty,
And fearful to be granted.

Oth.
I will deny thee nothing.
Whereon I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to my self.

Des.
Shall I deny you? no: farewel, my lord.

Oth.
Farewel, my Desdemona, I'll come strait.

Des.
Æmilia, come; be, as your fancies teach you:
Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exeunt.

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