CASSIO.
Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
That, I being absent, and my place supplied,
My general will forget my love and service.
DESDEMONA.
Do not doubt that. Before Emilia here
I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I’ll perform it
To the last article. My lord shall never rest,
I’ll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
I’ll intermingle everything he does
With Cassio’s suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio,
For thy solicitor shall rather die
Than give thy cause away.
Enter Othello and Iago.
EMILIA.
Madam, here comes my lord.
CASSIO.
Madam, I’ll take my leave.
DESDEMONA.
Why, stay, and hear me speak.
CASSIO.
Madam, not now. I am very ill at ease,
Unfit for mine own purposes.
DESDEMONA.
Well, do your discretion.
[Exit Cassio.]
IAGO.
Ha, I like not that.