Desdemona
Heaven keep that monster from Othello’s mind!
Emilia
Lady, amen.
Desdemona
I will go seek him. Cassio, walk hereabout:
If I do find him fit, I’ll move your suit
And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
Cassio
I humbly thank your ladyship.
Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
Bianca
Save you, friend Cassio!
Cassio
What make you from home?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
I’ faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
Bianca
And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
What, keep a week away? seven days and nights?
Eight score eight hours? and lovers’ absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight score times?
O weary reckoning!
Cassio
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,