Othello
Hath he said any thing?
Iago
He hath, my lord; but be you well assured,
No more than he’ll unswear.
Othello
What hath he said?
Iago
’Faith, that he did—I know not what he did.
Othello
What? what?
Iago
Lie—
Othello
With her?
Iago
With her, on her; what you will.
Othello
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.