Othel. What dost thou say?
Iago. Nothing my Lord; or if- I know not what
Othel. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
Iago. Cassio my Lord? No sure, I cannot thinke it
That he would steale away so guilty-like,
Seeing your comming
Oth. I do beleeue 'twas he
Des. How now my Lord?
I haue bin talking with a Suitor heere,
A man that languishes in your displeasure
Oth. Who is't you meane?
Des. Why your Lieutenant Cassio: Good my Lord,
If I haue any grace, or power to moue you,
His present reconciliation take.
For if he be not one, that truly loues you,
That erres in Ignorance, and not in Cunning,
I haue no iudgement in an honest face.
I prythee call him backe
Oth. Went he hence now?
Des. I sooth; so humbled,
That he hath left part of his greefe with mee
To suffer with him. Good Loue, call him backe
Othel. Not now (sweet Desdemon) some other time
Des. But shall't be shortly?
Oth. The sooner (Sweet) for you
Des. Shall't be to night, at Supper?
Oth. No, not to night
Des. To morrow Dinner then?
Oth. I shall not dine at home:
I meete the Captaines at the Cittadell