Tis' most dreadful, that the blasted wretch of a captain hath lost me at sea. Seconds, become hours, minutes span days, and days. Days do I tell you become that of years! I yearn for my love, my own heart hath stopped its beating, and though I proclaim joy upon the drowning of the turks, it is only for my mens sake, for my own joy lies in care of noble Iago, Desdemona. But hark! therein a rowboats distance away lies cyprus, therein lies my heart. Oh the excitement, I fill as the men proclaim my arrival, I am sure Iago and cassio will heed my call beckoning them to meet me, as a show of their love, without doubt Desdemona will accompany them. My friends oh how I've missed them, time be it short I must hasten to the castle to make refuge , for my thirst is not sated with wine of my office. Must we prattle about any longer, but I must know the state of my affairs, noblest Iago shall do the job, fore there is none better then most Igao.
-Othello
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Act 2 scene 3
Oh how could i be so foolish as to tempt myself with such an cursed drink to come upon my lips. I remember not what has happened tonight so i can not speak fully on the events that has happened so forth but what I can say if that I am ashamed. I have disappointed my captain one who i admirer so by conducting myself in such a shameless way and carry on war with a fellow comrade and have wounded him so. I may not have a bodily wound but I would so have one than to have my reputation wounded in such a way to have my captains wounded also since he was that one who appointed me with such a reputation as this. I shall know no other shame more perplexing than that of being stripped of rank in front of those who once followed your command into battle.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Act 2 scene 1
I can not figure for the life of me why would Iago say such things about his wife and our captain's wife as well its unforgivable. To say that is wife only lazy until they are in be is not only slanderous but truly despicable for he shows no love nor respect when he speaks to her but lo' and hold the captains wife he banters with with such respect in his tone of voice. But finally my captain has h come from such a long forsaken war alive and victorious he tells us that the gods must be on our sides for the turks ships were swept away by the sea and that the war is finally over and he has come back to his lovely and beautiful wife Desdemona and his subordinates that he has trained and shows him such admiration.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Act 1
Act 1: Othello
Tis' twilight as noble Iago brings to attention of future trepidations amongst my newly betrotheds father. Even so, I fear not the future, but only pains of exploits amongst thines own past. But alas, henceforth comes lights throughout the night, who may this be, tis' only my trusted lieutenant brought about few ancients, I must say happiness comes upon me upon seeing his face for surely I felt my perfect soul come to the test. He's come a summon me to the duke, surely I dread that the war cyprus fairs ill but continues on and that I must now go off to war on the eve of mine wedding night. But what is this now cometh Brabantio, Roderigo, along with officers?! What treachery! Among me lies a traitor but I believe none capable of such a feat I must ponder upon this later as of now Brabantino rants on. Aye' it takes all of my might to not give the order and strike this man down the teary eyed wretch dares to accuse me of trickery as to my acquisition of his
daughters hand in marriage! The audacity of him! Does he know not that this mere MOOR is General?! Respect is due! But even still I shall be civil and take him to the Duke, there the verdict shall stand. As I stand in front of the duke a' his fellows I knew the war bode ill before my entering but now I learn of my deployment! Tis' shall not be the damper on my day, I'll speak the tale of mine innocence and have my love provide validity. Desdemona voice calms the fire in my bones, I feel as if I am relieving the very moments of her depictions, is this love? Her tale ends and Barbantino acknowledges though unorthodox of my means this moor is the love of his daughter and not the thief/witch as which I was portrayed to be! Desdemona speaks again asking to accompany me as I travel to cyrus no greater gift from heavens above could have befallen me as the Duke says yes a' dictates last of his will to be done I put charge of thine own wife in the good hands of
noble Iago upon my return, but as of now I celebrate with desdemona savoring the stolen hours....
-Othello
Tis' twilight as noble Iago brings to attention of future trepidations amongst my newly betrotheds father. Even so, I fear not the future, but only pains of exploits amongst thines own past. But alas, henceforth comes lights throughout the night, who may this be, tis' only my trusted lieutenant brought about few ancients, I must say happiness comes upon me upon seeing his face for surely I felt my perfect soul come to the test. He's come a summon me to the duke, surely I dread that the war cyprus fairs ill but continues on and that I must now go off to war on the eve of mine wedding night. But what is this now cometh Brabantio, Roderigo, along with officers?! What treachery! Among me lies a traitor but I believe none capable of such a feat I must ponder upon this later as of now Brabantino rants on. Aye' it takes all of my might to not give the order and strike this man down the teary eyed wretch dares to accuse me of trickery as to my acquisition of his
daughters hand in marriage! The audacity of him! Does he know not that this mere MOOR is General?! Respect is due! But even still I shall be civil and take him to the Duke, there the verdict shall stand. As I stand in front of the duke a' his fellows I knew the war bode ill before my entering but now I learn of my deployment! Tis' shall not be the damper on my day, I'll speak the tale of mine innocence and have my love provide validity. Desdemona voice calms the fire in my bones, I feel as if I am relieving the very moments of her depictions, is this love? Her tale ends and Barbantino acknowledges though unorthodox of my means this moor is the love of his daughter and not the thief/witch as which I was portrayed to be! Desdemona speaks again asking to accompany me as I travel to cyrus no greater gift from heavens above could have befallen me as the Duke says yes a' dictates last of his will to be done I put charge of thine own wife in the good hands of
noble Iago upon my return, but as of now I celebrate with desdemona savoring the stolen hours....
-Othello
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