Exit aemi.

Des. Vpon my knee, what doth your speech import?
I vnderstand a Fury in your words

Othe. Why? What art thou?
Des. Your wife my Lord: your true and loyall wife

Othello. Come sweare it: damne thy selfe, least
being like one of Heauen, the diuells themselues should
feare to ceaze thee. Therefore be double damn'd: sweare
thou art honest

Des. Heauen doth truely know it

Othe. Heauen truely knowes, that thou art false as hell

Des. To whom my Lord?
With whom? How am I false?
Othe. Ah Desdemon, away, away, away

Des. Alas the heauy day: why do you weepe?
Am I the motiue of these teares my Lord?
If happely you my Father do suspect,
An Instrument of this your calling backe,
Lay not your blame on me: if you haue lost him,
I haue lost him too

Othe. Had it pleas'd Heauen,