Emilia
Good madam, what’s the matter with my lord?
Desdemona
With who?
Emilia
Why, with my lord, madam.
Desdemona
Who is thy lord?
Emilia
He that is yours, sweet lady.
Desdemona
I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia;
I cannot weep; nor answer have I none,
But what should go by water. Prithee, tonight
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets: remember;
And call thy husband hither.