Enter Emilia.
EMILIA.
’Las, what’s the matter? What’s the matter, husband?
IAGO.
Cassio hath here been set on in the dark
By Roderigo, and fellows that are ’scap’d.
He’s almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
EMILIA.
Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!
IAGO.
This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
Go know of Cassio where he supp’d tonight.
What, do you shake at that?
BIANCA.
He supp’d at my house, but I therefore shake not.
IAGO.
O, did he so? I charge you go with me.
EMILIA.
Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!
BIANCA.
I am no strumpet, but of life as honest
As you that thus abuse me.
EMILIA.
As I? Foh! fie upon thee!