Speeches (Lines) for Bianca in "The Tragedy of Othello; or, The Moor of Venice"

Cassio. I humbly thank your ladyship.

Bianca. 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.
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:
But I shall, in a more continuate 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:
Is't come to this? Well, well.

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, in good troth, Bianca.

Bianca. Why, whose is it?

Cassio. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber.
I like the work well: ere it be demanded--
As like enough it will--I'ld have it copied:
Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.

Bianca. Leave you! wherefore?

Cassio. I do attend here on the general;
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me woman'd.

Bianca. Why, I pray you?

Cassio. Not that I love you not.

Bianca. 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.

Cassio. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you;
For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.

Bianca. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanced.

Cassio. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry a perfumed one.
[Enter BIANCA]
What do you mean by this haunting of me?

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
work?--A likely piece of work, that you should find
it in your chamber, and not know who left it there!
This is some minx's token, and I must take out the
work? There; give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever
you had it, I'll take out no work on't.

Othello. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!

Bianca. An you'll come to supper to-night, you may; an you
will not, come when you are next prepared for.

Iago. Marry, heaven forbid!
Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.

Bianca. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?

Iago. Who is't that cried!

Bianca. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio,
Cassio, Cassio!

Iago. Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,
To bear him easily hence!

Bianca. Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

Iago. This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.
[To BIANCA]
What, do you shake at that?

Bianca. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not.

Emilia. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!

Bianca. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest
As you that thus abuse me.