OTHELLO.
The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA.
I pray, talk me of Cassio.
OTHELLO.
The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA.
A man that all his time
Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
Shar’d dangers with you,—
OTHELLO.
The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA.
In sooth, you are to blame.
OTHELLO.
Away!
[Exit.]
EMILIA.
Is not this man jealous?
DESDEMONA.
I ne’er saw this before.
Sure there’s some wonder in this handkerchief,
I am most unhappy in the loss of it.