Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul

Desdemona
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul
What you would ask me that I should deny,
Or stand so mamm'ring on? What? Michael Cassio,
That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time,
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Hath ta'en your part—to have so much to do
To bring him in! By ‘r Lady,  I could do much—
Othello
Prithee, no more. Let him come when he will;
I will deny thee nothing.
Desdemona
Why, this is not a boon!
‘Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit
To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poise and difficult weight,
And fearful to be granted.
Othello
I will deny thee nothing!
Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.
Desdemona
Shall I deny you? No. Farewell, my lord.
Othello
Farewell, my Desdemona. I'll come to thee straight.
Desdemona
Emilia, come.—Be as your fancies teach you.
Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
Desdemona and Emilia exit.
Othello
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul
But I do love thee! And when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.