DESDEMONA.
’Tis meet I should be us’d so, very meet.
How have I been behav’d, that he might stick
The small’st opinion on my least misuse?
Enter Iago and Emilia.
IAGO.
What is your pleasure, madam? How is’t with you?
DESDEMONA.
I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes
Do it with gentle means and easy tasks.
He might have chid me so, for, in good faith,
I am a child to chiding.
IAGO.
What’s the matter, lady?
EMILIA.
Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor’d her,
Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,
As true hearts cannot bear.
DESDEMONA.
Am I that name, Iago?
IAGO.
What name, fair lady?
DESDEMONA.
Such as she says my lord did say I was.
EMILIA.
He call’d her whore: a beggar in his drink
Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.