Emilia
I do beseech you
That I may speak with you, O, good my lord!
Within.
Othello
I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia;
Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw.
Where art thou?
Unlocks the door.
Emilia
O, my good lord, yonder’s foul murders done!
Othello
What, now?
Emilia
But now, my lord.
Othello
It is the very error of the moon;
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.
Emilia
Cassio, my lord, hath kill’d a young Venetian
Call’d Roderigo.