OTHELLO.
She’s like a liar, gone to burning hell.
’Twas I that kill’d her.
EMILIA.
O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil!
OTHELLO.
She turn’d to folly, and she was a whore.
EMILIA.
Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
OTHELLO.
She was false as water.
EMILIA.
Thou art rash as fire, to say
That she was false: O, she was heavenly true!
OTHELLO.
Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.
O, I were damn’d beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all.
EMILIA.
My husband?
OTHELLO.
Thy husband.
EMILIA.
That she was false to wedlock?