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DESDEMONA

How, sweet Othello?

OTHELLO
Devil! [235]
Striking her.

DESDEMONA
I have not deserv’d this.

LODOVICO
My lord, this would not be believ’d in Venice,

Though I should swear I saw ’t: ’tis very much,
Make her amends, she weeps.

OTHELLO
O devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with women’s tears, [240]
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile:

Out of my sight!

DESDEMONA
I will not stay to offend you.
Going.

LODOVICO
Truly, an obedient lady:

I do beseech your lordship, call her back.

OTHELLO

Mistress! [245]

DESDEMONA
My lord?

OTHELLO
What would you with her, sir?