Othello
Ay.
Desdemona
He will not say so.
Othello
No, his mouth is stopp’d;
Honest Iago hath ta’en order for’t.
Desdemona
O! my fear interprets: what, is he dead?
Othello
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach for them all.
Desdemona
Alas! he is betray’d and I undone.
Othello
Out, strumpet! weep’st thou for him to my face?
Desdemona
O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!
Othello
Down, strumpet!
Desdemona
Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!
Othello
Nay, if you strive—
Desdemona
But half an hour!