Desdemona Monologue from Othello

From Othello by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 55 sec

I prithee do so. Something sure of state, Either from Venice, or some unhatch’d practice Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him, Hath puddled his clear spirit, and in such cases Men’s natures wrangle with inferior things, Though great ones are their object. ’Tis even so. For let our finger ache, and it indues Our other healthful members even to that sense Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia, I was Arraigning his unkindness with my soul; But now I find I had suborn’d the witness, And he’s indicted falsely.

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