BIANCA

Save you (Friend Cassio. ) And I was going to your Lodging, Cassio. What? keep a week away? Seven days, and Nights? Eight score eight hours? And Lovers absent hours More tedious then the Dial, eight score times? O weary reckoning. Why, who's is it? Leave you? Wherefore? Why, I ptay you? But that you do not love me. I pray you bring me on the way a little, And say, if I shall see you soon at night? It's very good: I must be circumstanced. Let the devil, and his dam haunt you: what did you mean by that same Handkerchief, you gave me even now? I was a fine Fool to take it: I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your Chamber, and know not who left it there. This is some Minxes token, & I must take out the work ? There, give it your Hobbey-horse, wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't. If you'll come to supper to night you may, if you will not, come when you are next prepared for. What is the matter hoa? Who is't that cried? O my deer Cassio, My sweet Cassio: O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio. Alas he faints. O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio. He supped at my house, but I therefore shake not. I am no Strumpet, but of life as honest, As you that thus abuse me. O Cassio, whence came this? This is some Token from a newer Friend, To the felt-Absence: now I feel a Cause: Is't come to this? Well, well.