Emilia
O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak’st of
I found by fortune and did give my husband;
For often, with a solemn earnestness,
More than indeed belong’d to such a trifle,
He begg’d of me to steal it.
Iago
Villainous whore!
Emilia
She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it,
And I did give’t my husband.
Iago
Filth, thou liest!
Emilia
By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen.
O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool
Do with so good a woman?
Othello
Are there no stones in heaven
But what serve for the thunder?—Precious villain!
He runs at Iago . Iago , from behind, stabs Emilia , and exit.
Gratiano
The woman falls; sure, he hath kill’d his wife.
Emilia
Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress’ side.
Gratiano
He’s gone, but his wife’s kill’d.