Desdemona
Then Lord have mercy on me!
Othello
I say, amen.
Desdemona
And have you mercy too! I never did
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
But with such general warranty of heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.
Othello
By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in’s hand.
O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart,
And makest me call what I intend to do
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
I saw the handkerchief.
Desdemona
He found it then;
I never gave it him: send for him hither;
Let him confess a truth.
Othello
He hath confess’d.
Desdemona
What, my lord?
Othello
That he hath used thee.
Desdemona
How? unlawfully?