EMILIA.
I will not.
[Iago offers to stab his wife.]
GRATIANO.
Fie!
Your sword upon a woman?
EMILIA.
O thou dull Moor, that handkerchief thou speak’st of
I found by fortune and did give my husband;
For often with a solemn earnestness,
More than indeed belong’d to such a trifle,
He begg’d of me to steal it.
IAGO.
Villanous whore!
EMILIA.
She give it Cassio! no, alas, I found it,
And I did give’t my husband.
IAGO.
Filth, thou liest!
EMILIA.
By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen.
O murderous coxcomb! What should such a fool
Do with so good a wife?
OTHELLO
Are there not stones in heaven
But what serve for thunder? Precious villain!
[Iago stabs Emilia and then runs out.]