OTHELLO.
By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!
BIANCA.
If you’ll come to supper tonight, you may. If you will not, come when you are next prepared for.
[Exit.]
IAGO.
After her, after her.
CASSIO.
Faith, I must; she’ll rail in the street else.
IAGO.
Will you sup there?
CASSIO.
Faith, I intend so.
IAGO.
Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very fain speak with you.
CASSIO.
Prithee come, will you?
IAGO.
Go to; say no more.