[Gives him a packet.]

OTHELLO. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. 

 [Opens the packet and reads.]

DESDEMONA. And what’s the news, good cousin Lodovico? 

IAGO. I am very glad to see you, signior. Welcome to Cyprus. 

LODOVICO. I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio? 

IAGO. Lives, sir. 

DESDEMONA. Cousin, there’s fall’n between him and my lord An unkind breach, but you shall make all well. 

OTHELLO. Are you sure of that? 

DESDEMONA. My lord? 

OTHELLO. [Reads.] “This fail you not to do, as you will—” 

LODOVICO. He did not call; he’s busy in the paper. Is there division ’twixt my lord and Cassio? 

DESDEMONA. A most unhappy one. I would do much To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio. 

OTHELLO. Fire and brimstone! 

DESDEMONA. My lord? 

OTHELLO. Are you wise? 

DESDEMONA. What, is he angry? 

LODOVICO. May be the letter mov’d him; For, as I think, they do command him home, Deputing Cassio in his government. 

DESDEMONA. Trust me, I am glad on’t. 

OTHELLO. Indeed! 

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