Othello
Are you not a strumpet?
Desdemona
No, as I am a Christian:
If to preserve this vessel for my lord
From any other foul unlawful touch
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Othello
What, not a whore?
Desdemona
No, as I shall be saved.
Othello
Is’t possible?
Desdemona
O, heaven forgive us!
Othello
I cry you mercy, then:
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
That married with Othello.
You, mistress,
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keep the gate of hell!
Raising his voice.
Emilia
Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?
Desdemona
’Faith, half asleep.