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EMILIA

               But then I saw no harm, and then I heard
               Each syllable that breath made up between ’em. [5]



              OTHELLO
               What, did they never whisper?



              EMILIA
                               Never, my lord.



              OTHELLO
               Nor send you out o’ the way?



              EMILIA

               Never.


              OTHELLO

               To fetch her fan, her mask, her gloves, nor nothing?



              EMILIA
               Never, my lord. [10]



              OTHELLO
               That’s strange.



              EMILIA
               I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
               Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,
               Remove your thought, it doth abuse your bosom;

               If any wretch ha’ put this in your head, [15]
               Let heaven requite it with the serpent’s curse,
               For if she be not honest, chaste, and true,

               There’s no man happy, the purest of her sex
               Is foul as slander.



              OTHELLO
                               Bid her come hither, go.
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