Who says that I am villainous? Who says that I am bad?
Who says that I am not a philanthropic kind of lad?
I freely give advice to all, and honest is my name,
And everybody plays my little game.
The Moor and Desdemona are both framed so fruitfully
That one will fall and then the other--all because of me!
Divinity of Hell, I put your blackest colours on
And flutter like an angel ‘round your throne!
If Cassio is counseled to a course that's parallel
To all his good who says that I have steered him less than well?
He'll ply the lady and the lady then will ply the Moor
And all these signs will signal an amour!
Yea, pestilence is what I plan to pour into his ear.
A motiveless malignity is one that all should fear,
For all their virtues weave the net that will enmesh them all
Whilst I shall be the happier for their fall!
Othello, 2:3
Last edited by R. S. Gwynn; 03-21-2010 at 01:16 PM.
Reason: Added "I" to l. 13 per Whitworth
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