BIANCA.
Why, whose is it?
CASSIO.
I know not neither. I found it in my chamber.
I like the work well. Ere it be demanded,
As like enough it will, I’d have it copied.
Take it, and do ’t, and leave me for this time.
BIANCA.
Leave you, wherefore?
CASSIO.
I do attend here on the general,
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me woman’d.
BIANCA.
Why, I pray you?
CASSIO.
Not that I love you not.
BIANCA.
But that you do not love me.
I pray you bring me on the way a little,
And say if I shall see you soon at night.
CASSIO.
’Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
For I attend here. But I’ll see you soon.
BIANCA.
’Tis very good; I must be circumstanc’d.
[Exeunt.]