That being said, the brain is weak and the money is plentiful.
But alas, my mind is getting the better of me. This burning sensation.
Ever pulsating, it follows me always. Through brightest of day, and darkest of night.
What, you ask?
I loathe, no... despise... no... I.. Hate... The Moor....
There is talk of... my wife of whom I love dearly alongside... The Moor, of whom my heart burns of hatred... committing the heinous act of... Adultery...
I am not of certainty, but word for word, I haven't but a shadow of a doubt. an act of such extent... will be treated with the utmost of persecution. In my own words, I vow to bring Othello to divine justice. …show more content…
A poor mistake, with no effort, I can puppet his thoughts with ease.
Cassio, under his wing, Othello holds him dear. Planting the seeds of retribution, his position compromised. through means of deceit, his reputation to be tainted.
How? Let me see...
The Moor... A taste of his own... medicine... so to speak, I shall rob Cassio of Othello's trust, spreading gossip of adultery betwixt Othello's beloved and Cassio. Suspicions will arise, Cassio undoubtedly receiving the cold shoulder, alongside a swift disposal, to which I will claim.
The Moor is of a carefree and accepting will, thinking not to judge one by their cover, how foolish.
Alongside The Moor, I shall lead him ever so blindly by the nose, quite like... a mule, no... better yet, an ass. Yes, he shall be my dog to yank by the leash.
My plan, in succession it shall prevail.
En garde, Othello.
My Heart goes out to