It must appear in other ways than words,
Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.
Mrs. Othello.—
A hundred thousand welcomes; I could weep,
And I could laugh; I am light and heavy—welcome.
[Looks about cautiously.]
Yea, I could laugh and weep (aside.) It entirely depends upon the movements of Mr. Othello. He’s so jealous.
Mrs. Pet.—Be seated, friend Romeo; Miss Helena will entertain you while Mrs. Othello and I see that the festive board is spread below. Come, away to the pantry!
[Exit followed by Mrs. Othello.]
Romeo (places a chair for Helena).