Cas.
'Tis such another ^{1 note}fitchew! marry, a perfum'd one:—
What do you mean by this haunting of me?

Bian.

Let the Devil and his Dam haunt you! what did you mean by that same handkerchief, you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it: I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and know not who left it there. This is some minxe's token, and I must take out the work? there—give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't.

Cas.

How now, my sweet Bianca? how now? how now?

Oth.

By heaven, that should be my handkerchief.

Bian.

If you'll come to supper to night, you may; if you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for.

Iago.

After her, after her.—

Cas.

I must, she'll rail in the streets else.

Iago.

Will you sup there?

Cas.

Yes, I intend so.

Iago.

Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain speak with you.

Cas.

Pr'ythee, come, will you?

Iago.

Go to, say no more.