ACT III.
3. SCENE III. Cyprus. The Garden of the Castle.
(continued)
IAGO.
Ha! I like not that.
OTHELLO.
What dost thou say?
IAGO.
Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what.
OTHELLO.
Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
IAGO.
Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,
That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Seeing you coming.
OTHELLO.
I do believe 'twas he.
DESDEMONA.
How now, my lord!
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
OTHELLO.
Who is't you mean?
DESDEMONA.
Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,
If I have any grace or power to move you,
His present reconciliation take;
For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,
I have no judgement in an honest face:
I pr'ythee, call him back.
OTHELLO.
Went he hence now?
DESDEMONA.
Ay, sooth; so humbled
That he hath left part of his grief with me
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
OTHELLO.
Not now, sweet Desdemon; some other time.
DESDEMONA.
But shall't be shortly?
OTHELLO.
The sooner, sweet, for you.
DESDEMONA.
Shall't be to-night at supper?
OTHELLO.
No, not to-night.
DESDEMONA.
To-morrow dinner then?
OTHELLO.
I shall not dine at home;
I meet the captains at the citadel.
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