Cassio
The duke does greet you, general,
And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant.
Othello
What is the matter, think you?
Cassio
Something from Cyprus as I may divine:
It is a business of some heat: the galleys
Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
This very night at one another’s heels,
And many of the consuls, raised and met,
Are at the duke’s already: you have been hotly call’d for;
When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath sent about three several guests
To search you out.
Othello
’Tis well I am found by you.
I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you.
Exit.
Cassio
Ancient, what makes he here?
Iago
’Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack:
If it prove lawful prize, he’s made for ever.