My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Woo’d me to steal it; but she so loves the token,
For he conjur’d her she should ever keep it,
That she reserves it evermore about her
To kiss and talk to. I’ll have the work ta’en out,
And give it to Iago. What he will do with it
Heaven knows, not I;
I nothing but to please his fantasy.
(Re-enter Iago)
Iago. How now! what do you here alone?