SCENE III. Cyprus. Another Room in the Castle.
[Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia, and Attendants.]
LODOVICO.
I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.
OTHELLO.
O, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk.
LODOVICO.
Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship.
DESDEMONA.
Your honour is most welcome.
OTHELLO.
Will you walk, sir? —
O, — Desdemona, —
DESDEMONA.
My lord?
OTHELLO.
Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned
forthwith: dismiss your attendant there: look't be done.
DESDEMONA.
I will, my lord.
[Exeunt Othello, Lodovico, and Attendants.]
EMILIA.
How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.
DESDEMONA.
He says he will return incontinent:
He hath commanded me to go to bed,
And bade me to dismiss you.
EMILIA.
Dismiss me!
DESDEMONA.
It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia,
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
We must not now displease him.
EMILIA.
I would you had never seen him!
