“I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate,
Nor set aught down in malice. Then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely, but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,
Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
Albeit unusèd to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinable gum.”
(Othello’s last speech to all the characters left alive, except for Iago. Act V, Scene II, for those of you that care.)
Well! I think that sums it up nicely – thanks ever so much for stopping by. Tune in next week for A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
TTYS!
