Iago
O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.
Emilia
Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!
Bianca
I am no strumpet; but of life as honest
As you that thus abuse me.
Emilia
As I! foh! fie upon thee!
Iago
Kind gentlemen, let’s go see poor Cassio dress’d.
Come, mistress, you must tell’s another tale.
Emilia run you to the citadel,
And tell my lord and lady what hath happ’d.
Will you go on? I pray. This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
Aside.; Exeunt.
Scene II
A bedchamber in the castle: Desdemona in bed asleep; a light