OTHELLO.
What then?
IAGO.
Why then, ’tis hers, my lord, and being hers,
She may, I think, bestow’t on any man.
OTHELLO.
She is protectress of her honour too.
May she give that?
IAGO.
Her honour is an essence that’s not seen;
They have it very oft that have it not:
But for the handkerchief—
OTHELLO.
By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it.
Thou said’st (O, it comes o’er my memory,
As doth the raven o’er the infected house,
Boding to all) he had my handkerchief.
IAGO.
Ay, what of that?
OTHELLO.
That’s not so good now.
IAGO.
What
If I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say (as knaves be such abroad,
Who having, by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
But they must blab.)
OTHELLO.
Hath he said anything?
IAGO.
He hath, my lord, but be you well assur’d,
No more than he’ll unswear.