OTHELLO.
That he hath us’d thee.
DESDEMONA.
How? Unlawfully?
OTHELLO.
Ay.
DESDEMONA.
He will not say so.
OTHELLO.
No, his mouth is stopp’d.
Honest Iago hath ta’en order for ’t.
DESDEMONA.
O, my fear interprets! What, is he dead?
OTHELLO.
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach for them all.
DESDEMONA.
Alas, he is betray’d, and I undone!
OTHELLO.
Out, strumpet! Weep’st thou for him to my face?
DESDEMONA.
O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!