The events of the recent past have been,
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| Bianca an I. |
Simply put, unorthodox and quite strange.
First, I did witness the bold Othello
Fall into a sudden epilepsy.
This is most unlike his calm character
And is certainly a cause for concern.
My feelings of grief over my actions
Are still lingering and sting my conscience.
Honest Iago, meaning all the best,
Reminded me of my lost position,
And I felt both strong desire and remorse:
“The worser that you give me the addition
Whose want even kills me.” (4.1.103-104)
I felt pain over my past disgraces;
Yet I felt the drive to plead to Othello.
Happily, Iago lifted my mood,
Joking with me about that Bianca.
He had the wit to suggest we marry!
Ha Ha! Iago sure can crack a joke.
I would never associate myself
With a filthy prostitute through marriage.
It’s not my fault she deluded herself
Into believing I wanted marriage.
I swear, she is mad, she’s everywhere
That I am, all the time; I need my space!
Funny enough at that very instant,
Bianca, to no one’s surprise, arrived.
She, of course, had a fit about that gift-
The handkerchief- I gave her earlier.
At the end of some rant I hardly heard,
Bianca assertively demanded:
“An you’ll come to supper to-night, you may: an you will
not, come when you are next prepared for.” (4.1.151-152)
I followed her to calm her rioting.
I am distraught, and rather distracted.
I am beginning to wonder and think
About what is happening to of myself.
I am not that proud, valiant soldier
Who I once was, but have now been reduced
To a desperate man, begging for his job.
A man pestered by a viral strumpet
Who will never permanently leave me.
Presently, I am very occupied.
I have other matters to attend to;
That is, dinner at a certain whore’s house.
I hope that I can change this dilemma
Into a good situation somehow.
I hardly know how, but I’m not worried.
Honestly, how could things get worse from here?
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