Lie with her! lie on her! We say lie on her, when they belie her. Lie with her! that’s fulsome. —Handkerchief⁠—confessions⁠—handkerchief!⁠—To confess, and be hanged for his labour;⁠—first, to be hanged, and then to confess.⁠—I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion without some instruction. It is not words that shake me thus. Pish! Noses, ears, and lips. —Is’t possible?⁠—Confess⁠—handkerchief!⁠—O devil!⁠— Falls in a trance.

Work on, My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught; And many worthy and chaste dames even thus, All guiltless, meet reproach. What, ho! my lord! My lord, I say! Othello!

My lord is fall’n into an epilepsy: This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.