Desdemona
A man that all his time
Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
Shared dangers with you—
Othello
The handkerchief!
Desdemona
In sooth, you are to blame.
Othello
Away!
Exit.
Emilia
Is not this man jealous?
Desdemona
I ne’er saw this before.
Sure, there’s some wonder in this handkerchief:
I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
Emilia
’Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
To eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband!
Iago
There is no other way; ’tis she must do’t:
And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her.
Desdemona
How now, good Cassio! what’s the news with you?