Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?[6396]
Emil. Never, my lord. 10
Oth. That's strange.
Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,
Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom.
If any wretch have put this in your head,[6397] 15
Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse![6398]
For if she be not honest, chaste and true,
There's no man happy; the purest of their wives[6399]
Is foul as slander.
Oth. Bid her come hither: go. [Exit Emilia.[6400]
She says enough: yet she's a simple bawd 20
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,[6401]
A closet lock and key of villanous secrets:[6402]
And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do't.
Enter Desdemona with Emilia.[6403]
Des. My lord, what is your will?
Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither.[6404]
Des. What is your pleasure?