Oth. Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true,[6789]
If heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
I'ld not have sold her for it.
Emil. My husband!
Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first:[6790] 150
An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.[6791]
Emil. My husband!
Oth. What needs this iteration, woman? I say thy husband.[6792]
Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love![6793][6794]
My husband say that she was false![6793][6795]
Oth. He, woman;[6793][6796] 155
I say thy husband: dost understand the word?[6793][6796]
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.[6793]
Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul[6797]
Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart:[6798]
She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. 160
Oth. Ha![6799]
Emil. Do thy worst:
This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven
Than thou wast worthy her.