Pardon me, Bianca:
I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd;
But I shall in a more continuate time
Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,
[Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief.]
Take me this work out.
O Cassio, whence came this?
This is some token from a newer friend.
To the felt absence now I feel a cause:
Is't come to this? Well, well.
Go to, woman!
Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,
From whence you have them. You are jealous now
That this is from some mistress, some remembrance:
No, in good troth, Bianca.
Why, whose is it?
I know not neither: I found it in my chamber.
I like the work well: ere it be demanded, —
As like enough it will, — I'd have it copied:
Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.
Leave you! wherefore?
I do attend here on the general;
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me woman'd.
Why, I pray you?
Not that I love you not.
But that you do not love me.
I pray you, bring me on the way a little;
And say if I shall see you soon at night.
'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.
'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd.