Iago
Hast stol’n it from her?
Emilia
No, ’faith; she let it drop by negligence.
And, to the advantage, I, being here, took’t up.
Look, here it is.
Iago
A good wench; give it me.
Emilia
What will you do with ’t, that you have been so earnest
To have me filch it?
Iago
Snatching it.
Why, what’s that to you?
Emilia
If it be not for some purpose of import,
Give’t me again: poor lady, she’ll run mad
When she shall lack it.