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.

Jago.
Hah? I like not that.

Oth.
What dost thou say?

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

Oth.
Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?

Jago.
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,
His present reconciliation take.
For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning,
I have no judgment in an honest face.
I pr'ythee call him back.

Oth.
Went he hence now?

Des.
In 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.
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 example,

Out of their best,) is not almost a fault
T'incurr 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 ^{a note}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:
'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
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 straight.

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

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