Desdemona
Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that?
Othello
Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
No; heaven forfend! I would not kill thy soul.
Desdemona
Talk you of killing?
Othello
Ay, I do.
Desdemona
Then heaven
Have mercy on me!
Othello
Amen, with all my heart!
Desdemona
If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
Othello
Hum!
Desdemona
And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.
Othello
Think on thy sins.
Desdemona
They are loves I bear to you.