Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold.... What, shall we be merry? Shall we have a play extempore?
Be thou assur'd, good Cassio....
My lord shall never rest;
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
I'll intermingle everything he does
With Cassio's suit....
OTHELLO.
Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.
DESDEMONA.
But shall't be shortly?
OTHELLO.
The sooner, sweet, for you.