Iago
Nothing, my lord: or if—I know not what.
Othello
Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
Iago
Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,
That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Seeing you coming.
Othello
I do believe ’twas he.
Desdemona
How now, my lord!
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Othello
Who is’t you mean?