Des. No, as I shall be saved.
Oth. Is't possible?
Des. O, heaven forgive us!
Oth. I cry you mercy then:[6449]
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice 90
That married with Othello. [Raising his voice] You, mistress,[6450]
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keep the gate of hell!
Re-enter Emilia.
You, you, ay, you![6451]
We have done our course; there's money for your pains:[6452]
I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. [Exit. 95
Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?
Des. Faith, half asleep.
Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord?[6453]
Des. With who?[6454] 100