Page 1510 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Save you, friend Cassio!

CASSIO
What make you from home?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
I’ faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.

BIANCA
And I was going to your lodging, Cassio; [170]

What, keep a week away? seven days and nights?
Eight score eight hours, and lovers’ absent hours,
More tedious than the dial, eight score times?
O weary reckoning!

CASSIO

Pardon me, Bianca,
I have this while with leaden thoughts been press’d, [175]
But I shall in a more convenient time
Strike off this score of absence: sweet Bianca,
Giving her Desdemona’s handkerchief.

Take me this work out.

BIANCA
O Cassio, whence came this?
This is some token from a newer friend;
To the felt absence, now I feel a cause, [180]

Is ’t come to this?

CASSIO
Go to, woman,
Throw your vile guesses in the devil’s teeth,
From whence you have them; you are jealous now
That this is from some mistress, some remembrance.

No, by my faith, Bianca.

BIANCA
Why, whose is it? [185]