Cassio
’Tis such another fitchew! marry a perfumed one.
Bianca
Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the work?—A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there! This is some minx’s token, and I must take out the work? There; give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I’ll take out no work on’t.
Cassio
How now, my sweet Bianca! how now! how now!
Othello
By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!
Bianca
An you’ll come to supper to-night, you may; an you will not, come when you are next prepared for.
Exit.
Iago
After her, after her.
Cassio
’Faith, I must; she’ll rail in the street else.
Iago
Will you sup there?
Cassio
’Faith, I intend so.
Iago
Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain speak with you.