(Willow’s prompt this week immediately summoned forth Act V of “Othello.”)
DESDEMONA: “Who’s there? Othello?”
OTHELLO: “Ay, Desdemona.”
DESDEMONA: “Will you come to bed, my lord?”
OTHELLO: “Have you pray’d tonight, Desdemona?
DESDEMONA: “Ay, my lord.”
OTHELLO: “If you bethink yourself of any crime, unreconcil’d as yet to heaven and grace, solicit for it straight.”
DESDEMONA: “Alack, my lord, what may you mean by that?”
OTHELLO: “Well, do it and be brief. I would not kill thy soul.”
DESDEMONA: “Talk you of killing?”
OTHELLO: “Ay, I do.”
DESDEMONA: “Then heaven have mercy on me!”
OTHELLO: “I say, amen.”
DESDEMONA: “And have you mercy too! I never did offend you in my life! Let me say one prayer!”
OTHELLO: “It is too late.”
