DESDEMONA: “I call’d my love false love; but what said he then? Sing willow, willow, willow: If I court moe women, you’ll couch with moe men.” So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch; Doth that bode weeping?
EMILIA: ‘Tis neither here nor there.
DESDEMONA: I have heard it said so. O, these men, these men! Dost thou in conscience think — tell me, Emilia — That there be women do abuse their husbands in such gross kind?