CASSIO.
How now, my sweet Bianca? How now, how now?
OTHELLO.
By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!
BIANCA.
If you’ll come to supper tonight, you may. If you will not, come when you are next prepared for.
[Exit.]
IAGO.
After her, after her.
CASSIO.
Faith, I must; she’ll rail in the street else.
IAGO.
Will you sup there?
CASSIO.
Faith, I intend so.
IAGO.
Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very fain speak with you.
CASSIO.
Prithee come, will you?