Emilia felt her heart halt in its beating, and a feeling of faintness washed over her, causing her to use all her strength not to sink into the lieutenant's arms. For a passing moment, a dizzy spell came upon her, and her vision dimmed. She had been found out, her horrible secret revealed. She felt sick, hearing the words spoken aloud. Did your husband inflict those bruises upon you? If no one mentioned it, it might as well be a dream like all the rest she had suffered, but now she knew the dreadful truth was all too real.
It was a struggle to straighten her thoughts in her state of distress, and Emilia absently felt her grip tightening on the lieutenant's hands. "No," she stated firmly. "No, it was not he. By heaven, what do you think of him? Bear some charity to my husband's honesty, for shame! Fie upon you, that you should assume such a thing!"
She scolded him with great conviction, for she herself believed the distorted words she spoke. Her fingers trembled as she spoke angrily and defensively. "I am much appalled, good lieutenant, that you should assume so uninformedly and then insinuate your abominable thoughts so maliciously. Indeed! He strike me! I should not believe it, if there were a thousand proofs. You mistake him basely, Signior Cassio!"
