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Ay, my lord. [25]

OTHELLO
If you bethink yourself of any crime,
Unreconcil’d as yet to heaven and grace,
Solicit for it straight.

DESDEMONA
Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that?

OTHELLO
Well, do it, and be brief, I will walk by, [30]

I would not kill thy unprepared spirit,
No, heaven forfend, I would not kill thy soul.

DESDEMONA
Talk you of killing?

OTHELLO
Ay, I do.

DESDEMONA
Then heaven

Have mercy on me!

OTHELLO
Amen, with all my heart!

DESDEMONA
If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. [35]

OTHELLO
Hum!

DESDEMONA
And yet I fear you, for you are fatal then,
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear, I know not,