What make you from home?How is ’t with you, my most fair Bianca?Indeed, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights?Eight score eight hours? And lovers' absent hoursMore tedious than the dial eightscore times!Oh weary reckoning!
But I shall, in a more continuate time, Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, Take me this work out.
I know not neither, I found it in my chamber.I like the work well. Ere it be demanded,As like enough it will, I would have it copied.Take it and do ’t, and leave me for this time.
Why, whose is it?
I do attend here on the general And think it no addition, nor my wish, To have him see me womaned.
I pray you bring me on the way a little And say if I shall see you soon at night.
'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,For I attend here. But I’ll see you soon.