Desdemona (cont.)
We must not now displease him.
Emilia
I would you had never seen him!
Desdemona
So would not I my love doth so approve him,
That even his stubbornness, his cheques, his frowns—
Prithee, unpin me—have grace and favour in them.
Emilia
I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.
Desdemona
If I do die before thee prithee, shroud me
In one of those same sheets.