I never did
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
But with such general warranty of heaven
As I might love.
I never did
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
But with such general warranty of heaven
As I might love.
Which thing to do,
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trace
For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip,
Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb
(For I fear Cassio with my nightcap too),
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me
For making him egregiously an ass
And practicing upon his peace and quiet
Even to madness.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories