O falsely, falsely murdered

Desdemona
O falsely, falsely murdered.
Emilia
O Lord, what cry is that?
Othello
That? What?
Emilia
Out, and alas, that was my lady's voice!
Help! Help ho! Help! O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona, O sweet mistress, speak!
Desdemona
A guiltless death I die.
Emilia
O, who hath done this deed?
Desdemona
Nobody. I myself. Farewell.
Commend me to my kind lord. O, farewell.
 She dies.

Thou hast not half that power to do me harm
As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt,
As ignorant as dirt!

Othello
Why, how should she be murdered?
Emilia
Alas, who knows?
Othello
You heard her say herself, it was not I.
Emilia
She said so. I must needs report the truth.
Othello
She's like a liar gone to burning hell!
‘Twas I that killed her.
Emilia
O, the more angel she, and you the blacker devil!
Othello
She turned to folly, and she was a whore.
Emilia
Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil!
Othello
She was false as water.
Emilia
Thou art rash as fire to say
That she was false. O, she was heavenly true!
Othello
Cassio did top her. Ask thy husband else.
O, I were damned beneath all depth in hell
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all.
Emilia
My husband?
Othello
Thy husband.
Emilia
That she was false to wedlock?
Othello
Ay, with Cassio. Had she been true,
If heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
I'd not have sold her for it.
Emilia
My husband?
Othello
Ay, 'twas he that told me on her first.
An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.
Emilia
My husband?
Othello
What needs this iterance, woman? I say, thy husband.
Emilia
O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with love!—
My husband say she was false?
Othello
He, woman.
I say thy husband. Dost understand the word?
My friend, thy husband; honest, honest Iago.
Emilia
If he say so, may his pernicious soul
Rot half a grain a day! He lies to th' heart!
She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
He draws his sword.
Othello
Hah?
Emilia
Do thy worst!
This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven
Than thou wast worthy her.
Othello
Peace, you were best!
Emilia
Thou hast not half that power to do me harm
As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt,
As ignorant as dirt! Thou hast done a deed—
I care not for thy sword. I'll make thee known,
Though I lost twenty lives. Help! Help, ho! Help!
The Moor hath killed my mistress! Murder, murder!