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Well, I must leave her company.

Enter Bianca.

IAGO
Before me! look where she comes.

CASSIO
’Tis such another fitchew; marry, a perfum’d one.
What do you mean by this haunting of me? [145]

BIANCA
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 whole work, a likely piece of work, that you should find it in your
chamber, and not know who [150] left it there! This is some minx’s token,
and I must take out the work; there, give it the hobby-horse, wheresoever

you had it, I’ll take out no work on ’t.

CASSIO
How now, my sweet Bianca, how now, how now?

OTHELLO
By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! [155]

BIANCA
An you’ll come to supper to-night, you may, an you will not, come when you
are next prepar’d for.

Exit.

IAGO

After her, after her.

CASSIO
Faith, I must, she’ll rail i’ the street else.

IAGO