How now, my lord! I have been talking with a suitor here, A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord, If I have any grace or power to move you, His present reconciliation take; For if he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance and not in cunning, I have no judgment in an honest face: I prithee, call him back.

Ay, sooth; so humbled That he hath left part of his grief with me, To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.