Desdemona
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.
Othello
Went he hence now?
Desdemona
That he hath left part of his grief with me,
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.