Desdemona
My lord, what is your will?
Othello
Pray, chuck, come hither.
Desdemona
What is your pleasure?
Othello
Let me see your eyes;
Look in my face.
Desdemona
What horrible fancy’s this?
Othello
Some of your function, mistress;
Leave procreants alone and shut the door;
Cough, or cry “hem,” if any body come:
Your mystery, your mystery: nay, dispatch.
To Emilia .; Exit Emilia.