“And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio; Though other things grow fair against the sun, Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe. Content thyself awhile. By the mass, 'tis morning; Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Retire thee; go where thou art billeted. Away, I say, thou shalt know more hereafter. Nay, get thee gone.
Two things are to be done, My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress.”