OTHELLO.
That? What?
EMILIA.
Out, and alas! That was my lady’s voice.
Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again,
Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!
DESDEMONA.
A guiltless death I die.
EMILIA.
O, who hath done this deed?
DESDEMONA.
Nobody; I myself. Farewell.
Commend me to my kind lord. O, farewell!
[She dies.]
OTHELLO.
Why, how should she be murder’d?
EMILIA.
Alas, who knows?
OTHELLO.
You heard her say herself, it was not I.
EMILIA.
She said so. I must needs report the truth.