Desdemona
Heaven doth truly know it.
Othello
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
Desdemona
To whom, my lord? with whom? how am I false?
Othello
O Desdemona! away! away! away!
Desdemona
Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep?
Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?
If haply you my father do suspect
An instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me: If you have lost him,
Why, I have lost him too.
Othello
To try me with affliction; had they rain’d
All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head.
Steep’d me in poverty to the very lips,
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,