DESDEMONA. Why then tomorrow night, or Tuesday morn, On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn. I prithee 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 To incur a private check. When shall he come? Tell me, Othello: I wonder in my soul, What you would ask me, that I should deny, Or stand so mammering on. What? Michael Cassio, That came a-wooing with you, and so 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. 

OTHELLO. Prithee no more. Let him come when he will; I will deny thee nothing. 

DESDEMONA. Why, this is not a boon; ’Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm, Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit To your own person: nay, when I have a suit Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, It shall be full of poise and difficult weight, And fearful to be granted. 

OTHELLO. I will deny thee nothing. Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself. 

DESDEMONA. Shall I deny you? No, farewell, my lord. 

OTHELLO. Farewell, my Desdemona. I’ll come to thee straight. 

DESDEMONA. Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you. Whate’er you be, I am obedient. 

 [Exit with Emilia.]

Emilia

OTHELLO. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! And when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. 

IAGO. My noble lord,— 

OTHELLO. What dost thou say, Iago? 

IAGO. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo’d my lady, Know of your love? 

OTHELLO. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask? 

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