EMILIA.
You told a lie, an odious, damned lie;
Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.
She false with Cassio? Did you say with Cassio?
IAGO.
With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue.
EMILIA.
I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak.
My mistress here lies murder’d in her bed.
ALL.
O heavens forfend!
EMILIA.
And your reports have set the murder on.
OTHELLO.
Nay, stare not, masters, it is true indeed.
GRATIANO.
’Tis a strange truth.
MONTANO.
O monstrous act!
EMILIA.
Villany, villany, villany!
I think upon’t, I think I smell’t; O villany!
I thought so then. I’ll kill myself for grief.
O villany, villany!
IAGO.
What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.