These reports make no sense—nothing here is consistent enough to believe.

Look, these reports don't add up. None of it's reliable.

none of this makes sense numbers don't match i don't believe any of it

Yes, they're completely at odds with each other. My reports say one hundred and seven ships.

Yeah, nothing matches. I'm getting one-oh-seven vessels in my dispatches.

my letters say hundred and seven doesn't match yours

I have a hundred and forty. But another senator reports two hundred. Even though these numbers don't match exactly—which often happens when intelligence comes in—they all point to the same thing: a Turkish fleet heading toward Cyprus.

I'm getting one-forty. He's saying two hundred. Look, when reports are coming in like this, the numbers are always gonna be a little off, but they all say the same thing: there's Turkish ships heading to Cyprus.

my count: 140 theirs: 200 didn't match anyway but all of them: turks going to cyprus

Yes, I agree. I'm not fooled by discrepancies like these—I don't pretend the errors don't matter. But the main point I accept as true, and it's frightening.

Right. I'm not gonna just shrug off the bad numbers, but the bottom line? I believe it. And it's scary.

errors don't matter what matters is true and it terrifies me

Hey there! Hey there! Hey there!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

yo yo yo

A messenger bringing news from the ships.

There's a messenger here from the fleet.

someone's here from the ships news coming

Now, what is the matter?

So what's going on?

what's happening

The Turkish forces are preparing to attack Rhodes. I was ordered to come here and report this to the Venice government by Signior Angelo.

The Turks are getting ready to hit Rhodes. That's what they sent me to tell you people here.

turks heading for rhodes i was told to report to the state from angelo

What do you make of this change? What does it mean?

So what does this mean? You think it changes anything?

what's your take on this shift in their strategy?

No, this can't be right. Logic says Rhodes is a trick. It's meant to distract us while they go somewhere else. When you think about it: Cyprus matters more to the Turks than Rhodes does. Cyprus is more valuable to them. And Rhodes is defended better than Cyprus—more fortifications, better equipped. If the Turks are smart, they'd never ignore the easier prize to attack the harder one. This must be a feint.

That doesn't make sense. Rhodes has gotta be a fake-out. Look, Cyprus matters way more to the Turks than Rhodes does, right? Cyprus is way richer, way more important to them. And Rhodes is better defended. Better walls, better armed. Why the hell would they skip the easy job for the hard one? This is a head fake.

this can't be real cyprus matters more to them than rhodes rhodes is stronger anyway this is misdirection

I agree. I'm confident he's not heading for Rhodes.

You're right. He's not going for Rhodes.

agreed he's not targeting rhodes

We have more news.

There's more news.

more news

The Ottoman fleet, with all due respect to you, was sailing toward Rhodes. But when they met up with another fleet, they changed direction. Now they're clearly heading for Cyprus.

The Ottoman ships were heading to Rhodes, right? Then they linked up with another group of ships, and boom—they turned around. Now they're obviously going for Cyprus.

ottomans were heading to rhodes met another fleet changed course heading to cyprus now

Yes, exactly as I suspected. How many ships do you think are in that additional fleet?

That's what I thought. So how many ships are we talking about in that second group?

i knew it how many ships in that other fleet?

Thirty ships. And now they're sailing back, moving openly toward Cyprus. Signior Montano—your loyal and brave commander who's already in Cyprus—sends his greetings and asks that you believe his word on this.

Thirty ships. And now they're turning back around, heading straight for Cyprus without hiding. Your guy Montano's already down there in Cyprus—you know, loyal guy, good soldier—he's saying you should trust him on this.

thirty ships heading back obviously toward cyprus montano says trust it

Then it's certain: they're heading for Cyprus. Is Marcus Luccicos in the city?

All right, Cyprus is definitely the target. Is that guy Marcus Luccicos around? He in town?

cyprus it is where's marcus luccicos is he here?

He is currently in Florence.

At the moment he's in Florence.

he's in florence

Send a message to him; send it right away, as fast as possible.

Get a message to him. Right now. Urgent.

send him a message immediate dispatch no delays

Here come Brabantio and the famous Moor.

And here comes Brabantio with that Moor everyone's talking about.

brabantio's arriving and the moor with him speaking of the devil

Othello, we need to send you right away to fight the Ottoman enemy. That's why we called you here tonight.

Othello, we gotta get you deployed. You're going straight at the Ottoman threat. That's what this meeting is about.

we're sending you right away to fight the turks that's the mission

I didn't see you. Welcome, good sir. We needed your counsel and your help tonight.

Good to see you. We really could have used your advice and support tonight.

didnt see you come in we needed your help

And I needed your help too. I beg your pardon, your Grace. But I didn't come here tonight about business. Something has happened—something that has robbed me of my peace and my understanding.

Same here. My lord, I'm sorry, but I'm not here about the crisis. Something else happened. Something's been stolen from me, and I've lost my mind over it.

i needed you too but i'm not here for that something destroyed me stolen from my house

What is the matter? What's wrong?

What is it? What happened?

what's wrong? what happened?

My daughter! My daughter! Is she dead? (The senators react in shock.) Dead?

My daughter! Oh God, my daughter! Is she dead? (Everyone looks stunned.) Dead?

my daughter! my daughter! is she dead? dead?

Worse than dead, as far as I'm concerned. She's been stolen from me, and she's been corrupted by spells and potions bought from charlatans and sorcerers. Someone has robbed me of her.

Worse. She's been taken from me. And she's been messed with—spells, magic potions, witch-doctor stuff. Someone stole her from my house.

worse than dead she's stolen corrupted by spells magic potions charms

Whoever did this—whoever used foul means to trick your daughter out of her own judgment and trick you out of your daughter—we will punish him severely. If he is within our reach, he will answer for it.

Whoever did this—whoever used dirty tricks to make your daughter forget who she is, to make her act against nature—he's gonna pay. We'll find him and he'll face judgment.

whoever did this used foul trickery stole her judgment i swear he will answer

I thank you for your justice, your Grace. Here is the man—this Moor—whom you've just authorized to lead our defense. He is the one who stole my daughter from me.

Thank you for the promise, my lord. But the guy's right there. That Moor. The one you just sent to run the war. He's the one who took my daughter.

i thank you but the culprit is standing here the moor your military commander

We are all deeply sorry to hear this.

We're very sorry about that.

we're sorry really sorry to hear it

What defense do you have for this?

So what's your explanation?

whats ur side of this

He has nothing to say. I have only the facts. What I'm telling you is true.

There's nothing he can say. I'm telling you the truth. That's it.

he has no defense what i said is fact period

Most powerful, serious, and respected senators, my very noble and respected masters: that I have taken this man's daughter away is completely true—I have married her. That is the whole extent of my offense, nothing more. I am rough in my speech and not skilled in gentle words. Since I was seven years old until nine months ago, I have spent all my time in military camps and battles. I know little of this great world except matters of war, and therefore I cannot speak gracefully for my cause. Yet with your gracious patience, I will tell you plainly and truthfully the whole story of my love: what drugs, charms, magic, or supernatural power (which I am charged with using) won his daughter.

Your excellencies, yes, it's true—I married her. That's my whole offense, that's it. I don't speak fancy words because I'm not good at it. From when I was a child until just nine months ago, I've been in military camps and battles. I barely know anything about the world except warfare, so I'm not skilled at defending myself through speech. But let me tell you plainly the true story of my love: what magic or spells you say I used to win his daughter.

yeah i married her that's it. rough talker here. been fighting wars from childhood til 9 months ago. know nothing but battles. won her with magic? here's the real story

My daughter was gentle. She was shy. She rarely showed emotion even for things that should have moved her. She was so quiet that she would blush at herself. And yet, in defiance of her nature, her upbringing, her country, her reputation—everything that defines her—she fell in love with him? With someone she was frightened to look at? No. Her judgment must be broken. This can't be natural. No one with healthy reason would make this mistake. Something supernatural must have happened. He must have used witchcraft to make her do this.

My daughter doesn't do that. She's quiet. Shy. She barely even shows feeling. Blushes at nothing. And then suddenly she falls in love with this guy? With someone who terrifies her to even look at? That doesn't happen. Something's wrong with her mind. This isn't natural. Normal logic doesn't explain this. He had to use magic. He had to have done something supernatural to her.

my daughter is gentle very shy so quiet doesn't show feeling never falls in love not with him not naturally he must have used magic

This testimony isn't proof. Without stronger evidence than these surface impressions and vague suspicions, we can't condemn him.

That's not proof. You need more than how things look or what people assume. You need real evidence.

that's not proof just impressions needs evidence real evidence

Othello, you must speak. Did you use tricks and force to win her affections? Or did she fall in love with you willingly, and she asked you for love in return?

Othello, answer the question. Did you trick her? Force her? Or did she actually love you back willingly?

othello speak did you force her? use tricks? or did she love you willingly?

I ask you to send for Desdemona. Let her come here and speak about me in front of her father. If she says I used any foul means, if she doesn't freely say she loves me, then you have my word: strip me of my rank, my position, all that I have. You may even take my life.

Get Desdemona here. Let her speak in front of all of you. Let her tell you about me. If she says I tricked her or forced her, if she says anything but the truth—that she loves me freely—then take everything from me. My rank, my job, everything. Even my life.

bring desdemona let her speak let her testify if she denies me take my rank take my life

Go fetch Desdemona.

Get her here.

go get desdemona

Iago, you know the way. Take these men with you and bring her here.

Iago, you know where she is. Take some of these officers and go get her.

iago you know where she is take officers go get her

And until she arrives, as truly as I confess my vices to heaven, I will present to your grave ears exactly how I won this lady's love and how she won mine.

While we wait for her, I'll tell you honestly—as honestly as I confess my sins to God—how she came to love me and I came to love her.

i'll tell u true how we fell in love

Go ahead. Tell us.

Yeah, go ahead.

go on speak

Her father loved me. He used to invite me over often, and he would ask me to tell him stories of my life. From the beginning—from my childhood through every stage until he asked me to speak—I would tell him everything: the wars, the sieges, the narrow escapes, the times I was captured and enslaved. He loved these stories. Even as we talked, his servants would interrupt Desdemona with household tasks, but she would finish whatever she was doing as quickly as she could and come back, eager to hear more. She hung on every word. One day, I realized I had a chance, and I found the right moment. I asked her to come with me for a private conversation. When we were alone, I asked her to sit and listen while I told her my entire story—the whole pilgrimage of my life, which she had only heard pieces of. She agreed. And as I spoke, especially when I told her about the hard times, the suffering of my youth, she would weep. But when I finished my tale, she thanked me. She said it was strange, wonderful, and heartbreaking—all at once. She wished she hadn't had to hear it, yet she also wished that heaven had made her a man like me. And then she said something that changed everything. She told me that if I knew any man who loved the way I loved adventure and danger, I should teach that man my story, because that story alone would make any woman fall in love with him. I saw my opening. I answered: she loved me for the dangers I had faced, and I loved her because she pitied those dangers. That is the only magic I used. That is the truth. Here she comes now. She will confirm it.

Her father liked me. He'd have me over a lot and ask me to tell him about my life. So I'd tell him—the whole thing. The battles, the tight spots I got out of, the times I was captured and sold into slavery. He couldn't get enough of them. Desdemona would be working around the house, but she'd finish up quick and come back, listening hard to every word. I noticed she was hooked. One time I got the chance to talk to her alone, and I asked her to listen to my whole story—the stuff she hadn't heard all the way through. She said yes. And I told her everything, especially the sad parts, the hard times. She cried. When I was done, she said it was strange and beautiful and sad all mixed together. She said she wished she hadn't heard it, but also wished God had made her someone like me. Then she said something perfect: if I knew any guy who had adventures like mine, I should just teach him my story, and any woman would fall for him. That was my moment. I said back to her: she loved me for all the dangerous stuff I'd survived, and I loved her back because she felt sorry for me. That's it. That's the whole magic trick. That's all it was. And here she is now. She'll tell you the same thing.

her father invited me i told him stories of my wars my escapes my slavery my redemption she came and listened eager greedy for my words i asked her alone told her everything she wept she said it was strange wondrous pitiful i said: you loved me for the dangers i passed i loved you for pitying them that's the magic that's the truth here she comes

I think your story would convince my own daughter. Brabantio, try to accept this as well as you can, for the best.

That story would convince my own daughter. Look, Brabantio, just accept it. Make the best of it.

that story is convincing accepting it is the best move

I ask you to hear her speak. If she admits that she was half the wooer, then destruction on me if my blame falls wrongly on the man. Come here, gentle lady: in all this noble company, do you see where you owe your greatest loyalty?

Let her speak. If she admits she wanted him just as much, then I'm wrong to blame him—destruction on me if I do. Come here, miss: looking at all these noble people, where do you think your loyalty belongs?

let her speak. if she wanted him too im wrong. where's your loyalty?

My father, I see that I have a divided duty. I owe you everything—my life, my education, my very existence. You made me who I am. But I also have duties to my husband now. As I belong to you as your child, so now I belong to him as his wife. My love for Othello is as great as the love I owe to you, and it cannot be divided.

Dad, I get it. You're my father. I owe you everything—my life, my whole education, everything I am. But he's my husband now. Just like I was yours before, I'm his now. My love for him is equal to what I owe you, and it can't be split.

father i see i owe you my life my education but now i owe my husband my life my love is whole not divided

Goodbye to you! I'm finished here. Let's move on to matters of state, if you please. I'd rather have adopted a child than fathered one. Come here, Moor: I'm giving you with my whole heart What, if you didn't already have her, with my whole heart I would withhold from you. For your sake, my precious one, I'm relieved I have no other children, Because their loss would have taught me cruelty, To put chains on them. I have nothing more to say, my lord.

Goodbye. I'm done with this. Let's get to state business, with your permission. I wish I'd just adopted a kid instead of having one. Moor, come here: I'm giving you with all my heart What I'd otherwise keep from you at any cost. Jewel, I'm actually glad I only have one child, because if I lost more of them I'd become a tyrant, shackling them. That's all I have to say, sir.

goodbye im done lets do state business wish id adopted instead of had kids moor—i give u her whole heart what id otherwise keep glad i only got one kid losing them woulda made me cruel thats all sir

Let me speak like a man of sense and offer you some wisdom. Like a step that helps you climb toward acceptance, let me remind you: the world keeps turning. What seems unbearable today becomes bearable tomorrow. Time eases all sorrows.

Look, I'm gonna say something smart here. Listen, there's a reason they say time heals all wounds. What kills you now gets easier. You just gotta wait it out.

let me be wise time is a step toward acceptance today's unbearable becomes tomorrow's normal

So let the Turkish ruler trick Cyprus, We don't lose it as long as we keep smiling; Someone bears these words well if they only hear The pleasant comfort and nothing more; But someone bears both these words and the sorrow, Who must struggle and suffer to pay for grief. These comforting words, whether sweet or harsh, Are ambiguous because they cut both ways: But words are just words; I've never heard it said That a broken heart was healed by listening. I humbly ask you, let's proceed to state matters.

Sure, let the Turk fool around with Cyprus, We lose nothing as long as we can smile about it; It's easy to accept comforting words if that's all you're hearing; But it's another thing entirely when you hear them And still have to suffer through your grief yourself. These encouraging speeches work both ways— Sweet or bitter, they're neither one thing nor the other: But honestly, words are just words; I've never known A broken heart to heal just from hearing them. Please, let's move on to the business of state.

let the turk fool cyprus we still got it if we smile easy to take comfort if thats all u hear but u also gotta deal w the pain words are sweet or bitter either way doesnt matter words are just words broken heart doesnt heal from listening lets do state business

The Turkish forces are preparing with great power to attack Cyprus. Othello, the defenses there are strong, but you are what they need most. You are a great warrior. Will you go?

Look, the Ottoman fleet is mobilizing. It's a big threat. Cyprus has walls, but it needs you, Othello. You're the best general we have. Can you go?

turks are preparing heading for cyprus it's heavily defended but it needs you can you lead?

Tyranny of habit has made the hard bed of war my familiar resting place—I find myself naturally suited to hardship and battle. I undertake this present war against the Ottomites willingly. Therefore, humbly bending to your authority, I ask for proper arrangements for my wife, with the respect, position, and support fitting to her birth and station.

War's been my whole life since childhood—I'm naturally suited to it. So I'm ready to fight the Ottomites. But I humbly ask you to make sure my wife is treated properly, with the respect and care that matches her position and family.

war's my life. im ready for this fight. just ask you take care of my wife w/ proper respect

If you wish, your marriage night can be spent at her father's house.

If you want, you two can stay at Brabantio's place for the night.

if you want marriage night at her father's

I don't want that.

No thanks.

no

Nor do I.

Neither do I.

i don't either

I would not. I would not stay in my father's house and put him in an anxious state by being before his eyes. Most gracious duke, please lend your kind attention to what I am about to say, and let me find support in your voice for my simple request.

No. I wouldn't stay there and upset my father by being in his sight all the time. Your grace, please listen kindly to what I want to say, and let your authority support me.

no. dont wanna be there upsetting my dad. duke please listen & help me

What do you want to do, Desdemona?

What's it gonna be, Desdemona?

what's your choice?

I love Othello, and I will live with him. My strength and passion are on his side now. Let my choice speak for itself. I am not ashamed. I ask permission to go with him to Cyprus, where I will bring him care and honor.

I'm going with him. That's it. The whole intensity of my love is with him now. I want to go to Cyprus with him and take care of him there. That's what I want.

i love him i'm going with him to cyprus to be with him with all my heart

Allow her to have your approval. I call on heaven as my witness—I don't ask this To gratify my physical desires, Or to satisfy the youthful passions That are no longer alive in me anyway, or physical pleasure, But to be generous and open to her mind. And may heaven protect your good souls from thinking That I will neglect your serious and important business Because she is with me. No—if silly pleasures With senseless passion somehow cloud My ability to think and fulfill my duties, So that my personal enjoyment harms my work, Let women turn my helmet into a cooking pot, And let all shameful and dishonorable attacks Rise up against my good name.

Support her request with me. I swear to heaven, I'm not asking for this To feed my physical desires, Or satisfy young passions—I don't even have those anymore— Or for sexual satisfaction, But because I genuinely love her mind. So don't worry that I'll neglect Your important state business because she's with me. If my personal life Ever clouds my judgment or corrupts my work, If pleasure makes me careless with my duties, Then let someone melt down my helmet into a pot, And let dishonor and shame attack me openly.

let her go w me swear to heaven not for lust not for youth stuff i dont even have but for love dont worry ill do my job if i dont—wreck my reputation shame on me

Decide privately—whether she stays or goes. The matter demands urgency, and we must act quickly.

Whatever you decide in private about whether she stays or goes—this is urgent, so we need to move fast.

decide privately we need to move fast

You must leave tonight.

Tonight. You're going tonight.

you leave tonight

Most willingly and gladly.

Absolutely, gladly.

absolutely

We'll meet here again at nine in the morning. Othello, leave one of your trusted officers behind to oversee the journey. He should make sure that Desdemona is brought safely to Cyprus and that her needs are met.

Meet me back here at nine tomorrow morning. Othello, leave one of your guys here to handle bringing Desdemona safely to Cyprus. He should make sure she's taken care of.

meet at nine tomorrow morning leave an officer to escort desdemona to cyprus safely

With your permission, my ancient Iago—my officer here. He is a man of complete honesty and trustworthiness. I will entrust my wife's care to him and to his wife.

My man Iago here. He's completely honest and reliable. I'm gonna have him and his wife take care of Desdemona.

iago my ancient completely honest i trust him with desdemona

Good. It is agreed. Good night to all of you. (To Brabantio) My lord, if good character has not pleased you before, perhaps virtue itself can soften your heart.

Good. That's settled. Good night, everyone. (to Brabantio) My lord, if his goodness can't change your mind, nothing will. But maybe it still can.

it's decided good night to everyone brabantio let virtue reach you

Farewell, brave Moor. Treat Desdemona well.

Goodbye, Othello. Be good to her.

goodbye othello treat her well

Look to her, Moor. Watch her closely. She has deceived her own father, and she may deceive you too.

Watch her, Moor. She betrayed me, she'll betray you too.

watch her she tricked me she'll trick you too

My life depends on her faithfulness. I trust you completely, Iago. Desdemona must stay with you until she can join me. I ask your wife to attend to her and keep her safe.

My whole life is on the line for her. You take care of her, Iago. Your wife will look after her till she can get to me. Just make sure she's okay.

my life on her faith honest iago take care of desdemona your wife attends her keep her safe

Iago—

Iago—

iago—

Yes, my friend? What is it?

What's up?

what is it?

What am I going to do? What do you think I should do?

What do I do now? What should I do?

what do i do? what happens now?

Go home and sleep.

Go to bed.

go sleep

I will immediately drown myself.

I'm going to drown myself right now.

gonna end it

If you do, I will never love you again. Stop being foolish! You think this is the end? It's just the beginning. There's a plan.

Don't. I'm telling you, don't. You're being stupid. This isn't over. I've got something worked out.

don't i won't love you if you do this isn't over we have a plan

When you're in this kind of pain, death starts to make sense. There's even a rule that says we should die when life becomes unbearable. So why shouldn't I?

When it hurts this bad, death looks like the only way out. I'm not even supposed to live in this pain. I should be allowed to die.

living hurts death makes sense why shouldn't i go and die?

How despicable! I've observed the world for twenty-eight years, and from the time I could tell the difference between good and bad, I've never met a man who knew how to love himself properly. Before I'd say I'd drown myself over love for a woman, I'd trade my humanity for that of a monkey.

That's disgusting! I've been around for twenty-eight years, and since I learned the difference between right and wrong, I've never met a man who respected himself. Before I'd ever say I'd kill myself over some woman, I'd become a baboon.

thats awful ive lived 28 years never met a man who loves himself id rather be a monkey than drown for some girl

What should I do? I admit I'm ashamed to be so infatuated, but I'm not capable of changing it.

What am I supposed to do? I'm ashamed at how crazy I am for her, but I can't help it.

what do i do i can't help loving her

Virtue? Nonsense! What we are comes from ourselves. Our bodies are like gardens, which our willpower tends. So if we will plant weeds or sow useful crops, plant one herb or pull up another, fill it with one kind of plant or many different ones, either let it grow wild and empty or cultivate it with hard work, the power and ability to control this lies in our will. If our lives didn't have reason balancing against our desires, our base animal nature would lead us to horrible conclusions. But we have reason to control our wild impulses, our sexual desires, our uncontrolled lusts; and what you call love I consider to be just an offshoot or branch of lust.

Virtue? That's nonsense! We make ourselves who we are. Our bodies are like gardens, and our will is the gardener. We can choose to plant weeds or vegetables, keep it simple or complicated, let it go wild or work it carefully. That's all up to us. If reason didn't balance out our sexual desires, we'd all act like animals and do horrible things. But we can use our brains to control our impulses and that wild lust you're calling love. It's not real—it's just a branch of pure desire.

virtue is nonsense we control ourselves body is a garden will is the gardener plant what u want weed it or let it grow its up to u reason controls lust love is just lust branches of desire

It can't be true. She loves him.

It can't work. She loves him.

she loves him it won't work

It's only lust and the choice of your will. Come on, be a man. Kill yourself? That's for cats and blind puppies. I've called myself your friend, and I'll stand by you with bonds of unbreakable strength; there's no better time for me to help you than now. Fill your purse with money; go to war; disguise your appearance with a fake beard; I say, fill your purse with money. Desdemona won't stay in love with the Moor for long—fill your purse— and he won't stay in love with her either. It was a wild, passionate start, and you'll see an equally passionate end—just fill your purse with money. These Moors change their minds easily. Load your purse with cash. The food that now tastes sweet as honey to him will soon taste bitter as poison. She'll need a younger man. When she tires of his body, she'll see she made a mistake. She needs someone else, she must. So fill your purse with money. If you're determined to destroy yourself, at least do it in a better way than drowning. Earn all the money you can. If scheming and a weak marriage vow between a flawed foreigner and a clever Venetian woman are too much for my intelligence and all the forces of evil, then you'll have her; so make money. Curse drowning yourself! It's stupid: instead, risk hanging to win her rather than drown and lose her.

It's just lust and your choice. Come on, be a man. Drown yourself? That's for animals. I'm your friend, I promise you—I won't abandon you. There's never been a better time for me to help you. Put money in your pockets. Join the army. Disguise yourself with a fake beard. Seriously, get money. Look, Desdemona isn't going to stay in love with the Moor. It'll fade— trust me. He won't stay in love with her either. They came together fast and hot, and they'll break up just as fast. The Moors are fickle—they change their minds. Get your cash together. That food he loves now? It'll taste like poison later. She's going to want someone younger. Once she gets bored of him, she'll realize she made a huge mistake. She needs variety. So get money. If you're going to ruin yourself anyway, do it better than drowning. Make as much money as you can. If I can't talk a flaky Venetian woman into cheating on this foreign soldier, then—okay—you'll have her anyway. So get money. Stop talking about drowning! That's stupid. You should take risks to be with her, not drown and lose her forever.

its just lust and ur choice be a man stop talking about drowning im ur friend nows the time get money go to war fake beard get money desdemona wont stay in love neither will he they came fast theyll burn out moors are fickle cash up sweet food becomes poison she wants younger guys shell get bored needs someone else get money if u wanna ruin urself do it better than drowning make money if i can game her youll get her get money stop the drowning talk risk it all for her dont drown

Will you stick with me? If I do everything you say, will you make sure this plan works?

Are you gonna stick with me? If I follow your plan, can you make this happen?

will you stay with me? if i do what you say will it work?

You have my word. Now listen: go make money. Any way you can. Get cash together. I've told you this before, and I'm telling you again: we'll get her to leave him. Desdemona will get tired of the Moor. But we have to act. We have to make moves. Money is how we do it.

You got me. I'm in. But here's what you gotta do: get money. However you can, get cash. I've said this before—we're gonna turn her against him. The exotic thing will wear off and she'll hate being married to him. But it takes moves. It takes money to make it work.

i'm sure of you go make money i've told you we'll break them up but you have to work for it spend money

Where do we meet in the morning?

When and where do we meet?

where tomorrow?

At my house.

My place.

my place

I'll be with you early.

I'll be there early.

early

All right, farewell. Do you hear me, Roderigo?

Okay, goodbye. You listening to me, Roderigo?

k bye roderigo you hearing me?

What are you saying?

What do you mean?

what?

No more drowning, you hear me?

Don't kill yourself.

no drowning

I've changed my mind. I'm going to sell my land and raise money. We'll make this work.

You're right. I'm gonna sell everything I have and get cash together. We'll make this happen.

i'm changed i'll sell my land get money we'll do it

This is how I always work. I make a fool into my purse. If I stole my own hard-won knowledge for personal gain, that would be a waste. But Roderigo's a fool—he has money and no sense. So I'll use him. I'll keep selling him hope until his wealth is gone. My plan is already taking shape in my mind: I'll poison Othello's ear. I'll convince him that Cassio and Desdemona are too familiar, too close. I'll make him jealous. I'll destroy them all. And I'll make it look like an accident.

This is how I operate. I turn every fool I meet into my money source. Why would I work hard for myself when I can get suckers like Roderigo to hand me their cash? He's got money and no brain. I'll bleed him dry. And here's what I'm gonna do: I'm gonna get in Othello's head. I'll tell him Cassio's too friendly with Desdemona. I'll make him jealous. I'll destroy all of them, and nobody'll know it was me.

i make fools into my purse roderigo's an idiot with money i'll bleed him here's my plan: i'll poison othello's ear i'll make him jealous of cassio i'll destroy them all and nobody will know