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He might not but refuse you: but, he protests, he loves
Cas. Yet, I beseech you,--
be done,-Give me advantage of some brief discourse With Desdemona alone.
Emil. Pray you, come in;
SCENE II.--- A Room in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Gentlemen. Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot; And, by him, do my duties to the state: That done, I will be walking on the works; Repair there to me. Iago. Well, my good lord, I'll do’t. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,---shall we see't ? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.---Before the Castle.
Enter DesdeMONA, Cassio, and Emilia. Des. Be thou assur’d, good Cassio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf.
Emil. Good madam, do; I know it grieves my hus
As if the case were his.
Cas. Bounteous madam,
Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord :
Cas. Ay, but, lady,
Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,
I am very
ill at ease,
Enter Othello and Iago, at a distance.
Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave.
Des. Why, stay, And hear me speak.
Cas. Madam, not now; Unfit for mine own purposes.
Des. Well, well, Do your discretion. .
[Exit Cassio. Iago. Ha! I like not that. Oth. What dost thou say? Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if---I know not what. Oth. 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.
Oth. I do believe 'twas he.
Des. How now, my lord ?
Oth. Who is't you mean?
Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord,
Oth. Went he hence now?
That he hath left part of his grief with me;
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.
Oth. I shall not dine at home;
Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn; Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn ;--I pray thee, 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 our 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 could ask me, that I should deny, Or stand so mammering 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;
your own person : Nay, when I have a suit,
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
Oth. I will deny thee nothing :
Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord.
straight. Des. Emilia, come :---Be it as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit, with Emilia.
Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
Iago. My noble lord, —
Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou ask?
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought;
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?
Iago. Honest, my lord ?