CLOWN.
To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where I lie.
DESDEMONA.
Can anything be made of this?
CLOWN.
I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.
DESDEMONA.
Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?
CLOWN.
I will catechize the world for him, that is, make questions and by them answer.
DESDEMONA.
Seek him, bid him come hither. Tell him I have moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.
CLOWN.
To do this is within the compass of man’s wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing it.
[Exit.]
DESDEMONA.
Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?
EMILIA.
I know not, madam.