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Iago. You have not been a-bed, then ? (parted.
Cas. Why, no; the day had broke before we I have made bold to send into your wife ; My suit is, that she will to Desdemona Procure me some access.
Iago. I'll send her presently ; And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor Out of the way, that your converse and business May be more free.
[Exit. Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.
To him, enter ÆMILIA.
replies, . That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus, And great affinity; and that in wisdom He might not but refuse you. But he protests he
loves you ;
Cas. Yet I beseech you,
Des. I know't, I thank you ; you do love my lord,
Cas. Ay, but, lady,
Des. Do not doubt that ; before Æmilia here,
Enter OTHELLO, and I ago, at a distance.
Cas. Madam, not now : I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes.
Des. Well, do your discretion. [Exit Cassio.
Iago. Hah! I like not that.
Fago. Cassio, my lord? no, sure, I cannot think
Oth. I believe 'twas he.
Des. How now, my lord ?
Oth. Went he hence now?
Des. Ay, sooth, so humbled,
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other
.[time. (56) The streaks of light on Cassio's face and person (which may be taken to represent tears) terminate upon the prototype of Desdemona's face.
Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you.
Oth. I shall not dine at home;
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 take examples Out of their best,) is not almost a fault T'incur a private check. When shall he come ? Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul, What you would ask me, that I would deny, Orstand so mutt'ring on? what? Michael Cassio!.. Thai 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 I will deny thee nothing.
Des. Why, this is not a boon : 'Tis as I should intreat you wear your gloves, · Or feed on nourishing meats, or keep you warm; Or sue to you, to do peculiar profit