Emilia. Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.
Iago. A thing for me? It is a common thing—
Emilia. Ha!
Iago. To have a foolish wife.
Emilia. Oh, is that all? What will you give me now
For that same handkerchief?
Iago. What handkerchief?
Emilia. What handkerchief!
Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;
That which so often you did bid me steal.