I was precipitously awakened by an uncooperative bumping noise. It was extensive and drawn out. Something was pounding, thumping, and throbbing. It was a noise desperate to be heard, becoming a mystery as to where it was coming from or what started the ruckus. For starters, I assumed it was part of my imagination that was coming from in-depth, of my extended dream. An extended dream, that I had found myself, fighting alongside Othello at Cyprus, attacking the Turks, “O’ feather spirits, actually bethink thou ' may hath a chance for overpowering us, what foulness fouls, poor lacking valor spirits. How doth those gents bethink we would risk our Christendom? Their influence wilt never bestow our Venetians lands”. Nevertheless, there I stood by,
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I will keep Iago accompany.” Oh, how did I regret having accepted coming, what was I thinking.
Hours had passed and yet, still no sign of Othello and Desdemona. Suddenly they had approached from the stairs and had begun telling themselves their goodbyes. I had approached Brabantio and stated my farewells. When we had left the Brabantio’s household, Othello wasn’t the same, he had a sparkled in his eyes, it was breathtaking. We were walking silent, on the streets of Venice, no one bothered to say anything. Everything had been said, with the hours of spent with Desdemona. However, I decided to break the ice, my plan had to be put into action, “So, you and Desdemona, huh?”
“When we were talking on her bedroom, I just couldn’t stop staring at her. It was love at first sight; she was so memorizing. I mean, you saw her? I wanted to stay for longer, but that would have established suspicion, you know she kissed me when I left. I had never felt like this way, like I did with anyone of my romances,” Othello proclaimed.
“I am so glad to have heard that, you deserve it. You are such a trustable, honest, and heroic general, that it was necessary to find you a
I will keep Iago accompany.” Oh, how did I regret having accepted coming, what was I thinking.
Hours had passed and yet, still no sign of Othello and Desdemona. Suddenly they had approached from the stairs and had begun telling themselves their goodbyes. I had approached Brabantio and stated my farewells. When we had left the Brabantio’s household, Othello wasn’t the same, he had a sparkled in his eyes, it was breathtaking. We were walking silent, on the streets of Venice, no one bothered to say anything. Everything had been said, with the hours of spent with Desdemona. However, I decided to break the ice, my plan had to be put into action, “So, you and Desdemona, huh?”
“When we were talking on her bedroom, I just couldn’t stop staring at her. It was love at first sight; she was so memorizing. I mean, you saw her? I wanted to stay for longer, but that would have established suspicion, you know she kissed me when I left. I had never felt like this way, like I did with anyone of my romances,” Othello proclaimed.
“I am so glad to have heard that, you deserve it. You are such a trustable, honest, and heroic general, that it was necessary to find you a