Cassio (cont.)
Take me this work out.
Giving her Desdemona’s handkerchief.
Bianca
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.
Cassio
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.
Bianca
Why, whose is it?
Cassio
I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber.
I like the work well: ere it be demanded—
As like enough it will—I’ld have it copied:
Take it, and do’t; and leave me for this time.
Bianca
Leave you! wherefore?
Cassio
I do attend here on the general;
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me woman’d.