OTHELLO.
Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true,
If heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
I’d not have sold her for it.
EMILIA.
My husband?
OTHELLO.
Ay, ’twas he that told me first.
An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.
EMILIA.
My husband?
OTHELLO.
What needs this iterance, woman? I say thy husband.
EMILIA.
O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with love!
My husband say that she was false?
OTHELLO.
He, woman;
I say thy husband: dost understand the word?
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
EMILIA.
If he say so, may his pernicious soul
Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart.
She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
OTHELLO.
Ha!
EMILIA.
Do thy worst:
This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven
Than thou wast worthy her.