Montano
O monstrous act!
Emilia
Villany, villany, villany!
I think upon’t, I think: I smell’t: O villany!—
I thought so then:—I’ll kill myself for grief:—
O villany, villany!
Iago
What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.
Emilia
Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak:
’Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
Perchance, Iago, I will ne’er go home.
Othello
O! O! O!
He falls on the bed.
Emilia
Nay, lay thee down and roar;