Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if—I know not what.[5812]

Oth. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?

Iago. Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,[5813]
That he would steal away so guilty-like,[5814] 40
Seeing you coming.

Oth. I do believe 'twas he.[5815][5816]

Des. How now, my lord![5816][5817]
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth. Who is't you mean? 45

Des. Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,[5818]
If I have any grace or power to move you,
His present reconciliation take;[5819]
For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance and not in cunning, 50
I have no judgement in an honest face:
I prithee, call him back.

Oth. Went he hence now?[5820]

Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,[5820][5821]
That he hath left part of his grief with me,[5822]
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.[5823] 55

Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.[5824]