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.