The garden of the castle.
Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf.
Good madam, do: I warrant it grieves my husband, As if the case were his.
O, that’s an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio, But I will have my lord and you again As friendly as you were.
Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, He’s never any thing but your true servant.
I know’t; I thank you. You do love my lord: You have known him long; and be you well assured He shall in strangeness stand no further off Than in a polite distance.
Ay, but, lady, That policy may either last so long, Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet, Or breed itself so out of circumstance, That, I being absent and my place supplied, My general will forget my love and service.
Do not doubt that; before Emilia here I give thee warrant of thy place: assure thee, If I do vow a friendship, I’ll perform it To the last article: my lord shall never rest; I’ll watch him tame and talk him out of patience; His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift; I’ll intermingle every thing he does With Cassio’s suit: therefore be merry, Cassio; For thy solicitor shall rather die Than give thy cause away.
Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes.
Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming.