EMILIA.
My husband?
OTHELLO.
Ay, ’twas he that told me first.
An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.
EMILIA.
My husband?
OTHELLO.
What needs this iterance, woman? I say thy husband.
EMILIA.
O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with love!
My husband say that she was false?
OTHELLO.
He, woman;
I say thy husband: dost understand the word?
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
EMILIA.
If he say so, may his pernicious soul
Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart.
She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
OTHELLO.
Ha!
EMILIA.
Do thy worst:
This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven
Than thou wast worthy her.
OTHELLO.
Peace, you were best.