Othello
Why, how should she be murder’d?
Emilia
Alas, who knows?
Othello
You heard her say herself, it was not I.
Emilia
She said so: I must needs report the truth.
Othello
She’s, like a liar, gone to burning hell:
’Twas I that kill’d her.
Emilia
O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil!
Othello
She turn’d to folly, and she was a whore.