Othello
’Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows
That she with Cassio hath the act of shame
A thousand times committed; Cassio confess’d it:
And she did gratify his amorous works
With that recognizance and pledge of love
Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand:
It was a handkerchief, an antique token
My father gave my mother.
Emilia
O heaven! O heavenly powers!
Iago
Come, hold your peace.
Emilia
’Twill out, ’twill out: I peace!
No, I will speak as liberal as the north:
Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I’ll speak.
Iago
Be wise, and get you home.
Emilia
I will not.
Iago offers to stab Emilia.
Gratiano
Your sword upon a woman?