Iago.
Will you think so?

Oth.
Think so, Iago?

Iago.
What, to kiss in private?

Oth.
An unauthoriz'd kiss.

Iago.
Or to be naked with her friend in bed,
An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

Oth.
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They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
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Iago.
If they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip.
But if I give my wife a handkerchief—

Oth.
What then?

Iago.
Why then, 'tis hers, my Lord; and, being hers,
She may, I think, bestow't on any man.

Oth.
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Iago.
Her honour is an essence that's not seen,
They have it very oft, that have it not.
But for the handkerchief—

Oth.
By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it;
Thou saidst,—oh, it comes o'er my memory,
As doth the Raven o'er th' infected house,
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Boding to all—he had my handkerchief.

Iago.
Ay, what of that?

Oth.
That's not so good now.

Iago.
What if I said, I'ad seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say, (as knaves be such abroad,
Who having by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
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Oth.
Hath he said any thing?

Iago.
He hath, my Lord; but be you well assur'd,

No more than he'll unswear.

Oth.
What hath he said?

Iago.
Why, that he did—I know not what he did—

Oth.

What? what?

Iago.

Lie—

Oth.

With her?

Iago.

With her; on her—what you will—

Oth.

Lie with her! lie on her! We say, lie on her, when they belie her. Lie with her! that's fulsome. Handkerchief—confessions—handkerchief—handkerchief —[^{9 note}