Ha! I like not that. What dost thou say? Nothing, my lord: or if–I know not what. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife? Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think
it, That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Seeing you coming. I do believe ’twas he. How now, my lord!
I have been talking with a suitor here, A man that languishes in your displeasure. Who is’t you mean? 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 judgment in an honest face: I prithee, call him back. Went he hence now? Yes, faith; so humbled
That he hath left part of his grief with me, To suffer with him. Good love, call him back. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.