Des. Who's there? Othello?
Oth. Ay, Desdemona.[6713]
Des. Will you come to bed, my lord?
Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona?[6714]
Des. Ay, my lord. 25
Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime
Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
Solicit for it straight.
Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that?[6715]
Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by: 30
I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
No; heaven forfend! I would not kill thy soul.[6716]
Des. Talk you of killing?[6717]
Oth. Ay, I do.[6717]