Page 1529 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

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.