Desdemona
How now, my dear Othello!
Your dinner, and the generous islanders
By you invited, do attend your presence.
Othello
I am to blame.
Desdemona
Why do you speak so faintly?
Are you not well?
Othello
I have a pain upon my forehead here.
Desdemona
’Faith, that’s with watching; ’twill away again:
Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well.
Othello
Your napkin is too little:
Let it alone. Come, I’ll go in with you.
He puts the handkerchief from him; and it drops.
Desdemona
I am very sorry that you are not well.
Exeunt Othello and Desdemona.