OTHELLO.
Peace, you were best.
EMILIA.
Thou hast not half that power to do me harm
As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt!
As ignorant as dirt! Thou hast done a deed
(I care not for thy sword) I’ll make thee known,
Though I lost twenty lives. Help! help, ho! help!
The Moor hath kill’d my mistress! Murder, murder!
Enter Montano, Gratiano and Iago.
MONTANO.
What is the matter? How now, general?
EMILIA.
O, are you come, Iago? You have done well,
That men must lay their murders on your neck.
GRATIANO.
What is the matter?
EMILIA.
Disprove this villain, if thou be’st a man.
He says thou told’st him that his wife was false.
I know thou didst not, thou’rt not such a villain.
Speak, for my heart is full.
IAGO.
I told him what I thought, and told no more
Than what he found himself was apt and true.
EMILIA.
But did you ever tell him she was false?
IAGO.
I did.