by martina » Sat Sep 04, 2010 12:27 am
• Heaven pardon my lord his trespasses; and I mine,
• Though I know not their nature, nor when I committed them.
• Alas, I cannot even bear to speak the terms he threw at me, ‘wh*re’!
• ‘Strumpet’! Much less to commit such acts.
• Yet my heart asks, how? With whom?
• How could I ever ignore my love for him, To satisfy the lust of another?
• Not for the craving of pale flesh,
• Or the supposéd superiority that comes with matching complexion.
• When did my sweet husband lose his faith in me?
• When did I ever have eyes and ears for another?
• I hope yet that my answer will be never,
• and that it is matters of state that have clouded his mind.
• Yet, why should he rue Cassio his promotion?
• Alas; I fear some deeper misunderstanding between them,
• That time and patience cannot cure.
• But that poor Cassio should suffer, At the hands of those he helped!
• I will not have it so.We owe him at least this small mercy,
• In gratitude for his honest service.
• I wish Othello would have the faith in my honesty he has in his ensign,
• For I am certain I’m no less worthy of it, though I could not be more so.
• Or do I bear the punishment for my father’s crimes?
• If it is so my lord forgets I hold no influence with my fatherNor he with me.
• Heaven knows I hold no influence at all,
• Over the workings of men.
• And thus, in earnest search, for cause for sympathy,
• Do I end my heart-rent soliloquy.
• Heaven pardon my lord his trespasses; and I mine,
• Though I know not their nature, nor when I committed them.
• Alas, I cannot even bear to speak the terms he threw at me, ‘wh*re’!
• ‘Strumpet’! Much less to commit such acts.
• Yet my heart asks, how? With whom?
• How could I ever ignore my love for him, To satisfy the lust of another?
• Not for the craving of pale flesh,
• Or the supposéd superiority that comes with matching complexion.
• When did my sweet husband lose his faith in me?
• When did I ever have eyes and ears for another?
• I hope yet that my answer will be never,
• and that it is matters of state that have clouded his mind.
• Yet, why should he rue Cassio his promotion?
• Alas; I fear some deeper misunderstanding between them,
• That time and patience cannot cure.
• But that poor Cassio should suffer, At the hands of those he helped!
• I will not have it so.We owe him at least this small mercy,
• In gratitude for his honest service.
• I wish Othello would have the faith in my honesty he has in his ensign,
• For I am certain I’m no less worthy of it, though I could not be more so.
• Or do I bear the punishment for my father’s crimes?
• If it is so my lord forgets I hold no influence with my fatherNor he with me.
• Heaven knows I hold no influence at all,
• Over the workings of men.
• And thus, in earnest search, for cause for sympathy,
• Do I end my heart-rent soliloquy.