OTHELLO.
I will deny thee nothing.
Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.
DESDEMONA.
Shall I deny you? No, farewell, my lord.
OTHELLO.
Farewell, my Desdemona. I’ll come to thee straight.
DESDEMONA.
Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you.
Whate’er you be, I am obedient.
[Exit with Emilia.]
OTHELLO.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! And when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
IAGO.
My noble lord,—
OTHELLO.
What dost thou say, Iago?
IAGO.
Did Michael Cassio, when you woo’d my lady,
Know of your love?
OTHELLO.
He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask?