3. SCENE III. Cyprus. Another Room in the Castle.
[Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia, and Attendants.]
I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.
O, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk.
Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship.
Your honour is most welcome.
Will you walk, sir?--
Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned
forthwith: dismiss your attendant there: look't be done.
I will, my lord.
[Exeunt Othello, Lodovico, and Attendants.]
How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.
He says he will return incontinent:
He hath commanded me to go to bed,
And bade me to dismiss you.
It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia,
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
We must not now displease him.
I would you had never seen him!
So would not I: my love doth so approve him,
That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns,--
Pr'ythee, unpin me,--have grace and favour in them.
I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.
All's one.--Good faith, how foolish are our minds!--
If I do die before thee, pr'ythee, shroud me
In one of those same sheets.
Come, come, you talk.