[Exit.]
EMILIA.
Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, madam? How do you, my good lady?
DESDEMONA.
Faith, half asleep.
EMILIA.
Good madam, what’s the matter with my lord?
DESDEMONA.
With who?
EMILIA.
Why, with my lord, madam.
DESDEMONA.
Who is thy lord?
EMILIA.
He that is yours, sweet lady.
DESDEMONA.
I have none. Do not talk to me, Emilia,
I cannot weep, nor answer have I none
But what should go by water. Prithee, tonight
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets, remember,
And call thy husband hither.
EMILIA.
Here’s a change indeed!