Des. Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord.
Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I'll come to thee straight.[5842]
Des. Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you;[5843]
Whate'er you be, I am obedient. 90
[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.[5844]
Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,[5845]
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
Iago. My noble lord,—[5846]
Oth. What dost thou say, Iago?
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,[5847][5848] 95
Know of your love?[5847]
Oth. He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask?[5849]