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DESDEMONA
How, sweet Othello?
OTHELLO
Devil! [235]
Striking her.
DESDEMONA
I have not deserv’d this.
LODOVICO
My lord, this would not be believ’d in Venice,
Though I should swear I saw ’t: ’tis very much,
Make her amends, she weeps.
OTHELLO
O devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with women’s tears, [240]
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile:
Out of my sight!
DESDEMONA
I will not stay to offend you.
Going.
LODOVICO
Truly, an obedient lady:
I do beseech your lordship, call her back.
OTHELLO
Mistress! [245]
DESDEMONA
My lord?
OTHELLO
What would you with her, sir?