IAGO.
A thing for me? It is a common thing—
EMILIA.
Ha?
IAGO.
To have a foolish wife.
EMILIA.
O, 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.
IAGO.
Hast stol’n it from her?
EMILIA.
No, faith, she let it drop by negligence,
And, to the advantage, I being here, took ’t up.
Look, here it is.
IAGO.
A good wench, give it me.
EMILIA.
What will you do with’t, that you have been so earnest
To have me filch it?