A room in the castle.
But then I saw no harm, and then I heard Each syllable that breath made up between them.
I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom. If any wretch have put this in your head, Let heaven requite it with the serpent’s curse! For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true, There’s no man happy; the purest of their wives Is foul as slander.
Bid her come hither: go. Exit Emilia. She says enough; yet she’s a simple bawd That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore, A closet lock and key of villainous secrets And yet she’ll kneel and pray; I have seen her do’t.
Let me see your eyes; Look in my face.