1 Look you, Cassio and my husband.
2 Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.
3 I warrant it grieves my husband As if the cause were his.
4 My wayward husband hath a hundred times Woo'd me to steal it.
5 You are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: but here's my husband.
6 Prithee, tonight Lay on my bed my wedding sheets, remember, And call thy husband hither.
7 I know our country disposition well; In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks They dare not show their husbands.
8 Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them: they see, and smell And have their palates both for sweet and sour, As husbands have.
9 This broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter, and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.
10 O thou dull Moor, that handkerchief thou speak'st of I found by fortune and did give my husband; For often with a solemn earnestness, More than indeed belong'd to such a trifle, He begg'd of me to steal it.
11 But I do think it is their husbands' faults If wives do fall: say that they slack their duties, And pour our treasures into foreign laps; Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Throwing restraint upon us.
12 That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it; That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit: The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not, Is of a constant, loving, noble nature; And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband.'