At nine i’ the morning here we’ll meet again. Othello, leave some officer behind, And he shall our commission bring to you; With such things else of quality and respect As doth import you.

So please your grace, my ancient; A man he is of honest and trust: To his conveyance I assign my wife, With what else needful your good grace shall think To be sent after me.

Let it be so. Good night to every one. To Brabantio . And, noble signior, If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.