Cassio

IAGO. Ha, I like not that. 

OTHELLO. What dost thou say? 

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

OTHELLO. 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. 

OTHELLO. I do believe ’twas he. 

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

OTHELLO. Who is’t you mean? 

DESDEMONA. 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 judgement in an honest face. I prithee call him back. 

OTHELLO. Went he hence now? 

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

OTHELLO. Not now, sweet Desdemon, some other time. 

DESDEMONA. But shall’t be shortly? 

OTHELLO. The sooner, sweet, for you. 

DESDEMONA. Shall’t be tonight at supper? 

OTHELLO. No, not tonight. 

DESDEMONA. Tomorrow dinner then? 

OTHELLO. I shall not dine at home; I meet the captains at the citadel. 

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