TEATRO EN VIVO LIVE THEATER
Oh Celos!
EMILIA
This is the saddest story I have ever witnessed, a sweet and delicate white angel entangled between the demon's black hands.
He, Othello, who was in front of the whole army, the most beloved and noble Moor of Venice, the one who took by the neck a damned Turk who paid a Venetian and insulted the Republic in Aleppo, grabbed him by the neck injuring him to death.
She, Desdemona, the most beautiful and subtle creature I have ever known, daughter of senator Brabantio, eloped behind her father's back to marry Othello, and then she gave him the first great proof of true love.
The same night that they married, she was summoned before the Supreme Magistrate of the former republics of Venice.
There, she met her father and husband, showing total preference for her husband.
They say that she confronted her father putting the Moor before the Doge and all those present, deeply hurting the Senator's heart.
The Doge spoke of the main affairs of his state and sent his best strategist to Cyprus with his army. Desdemona, who could not bear the pain of being away from her newly married husband, asked to go with them, but Othello did not allow it.
Once he finished with the Turks in Cyprus, Othello summoned his wife Desdemona and me, so that I would serve her and took care of her.
They had the greatest and most wonderful love, they treated each other with such courtesy and kindness that anyone would feel envious.
He seemed the most in love and happy man in the world, at that time she was his queen, his reason in life.
One day like so many, Cassio, who was his lieutenant, went out for drinks and that night ended in the middle of a terrible fight, where he unfortunately wounded one of his own. Othello, his great friend, dismissed him from his position so that he could set an example among his men.
The following day, with grief in his hands and heart, Cassio asked my lady to help him regain his position and Othello's friendship.
My lady, kind as she always was, promised Cassio that she would talk about it with her husband, since Cassio was the best friend,
And she did so, as he was an important piece in their love.
In the distance, I saw Othello coming with my husband when Cassio left, and during the conversation she asked him to forgive Cassio. He promised he would think about it, she insisted reminding him of those times when he had helped them so much before their wedding.
Soon I began to notice a big change on the moor, he began to treat her badly for no reason. She was so clean and pure, she was totally bewildered, and due to those deals he completely snatched her peace of mind. I knew you never get to know men well, but after a few years of marriage. I say it, and I never really knew my husband.
He became more and more aggressive with her. I could not understand why he suddenly changed so much.
She said that he was busy with the matters of state, defending him at all times; I always believed that it was jealousy.
One time, she tried to calm her pain and dried the sweaty face of the moor with her handkerchief , the first gift he had given her.
Full of anger, he threw it to the ground. When I noticed the handkerchief was on the floor, I picked it up and remembered that my husband had asked me several times to steal that handkerchief. I never understood why he wanted it, and never asked. But sometimes one can do the most absurd and implausible things for love.
So, without asking any questions I gave it to my husband. He is a gentleman, and good friends with everybody. When he saw the handkerchief, his eyes sparkled with happiness in a way I had seldom seen.
Then I felt terrible because she was looking for that handkerchief nonstop. She said it belonged to his mother and if he were a jealous man, he could take it wrong way.
I remember one time when Mr. Lodovico, my lady's cousin, came from Venice to bring a letter to the moor, the letter said that he should return to Venice immediately and leave Cassio in charge of Cyprus. She told me that he was so dazed by the news he received that he had a critical moment and hit her.
Oh, my lady!
May the fire of hell burn those black evil hands.
He started insulting her, and his words were getting louder, why should he call her a whore? There was no one to keep her company, except for me. Where, when, how?
I knew it had been a damn villain, some diligent and insinuating rascal, some deceitful and lying crook and surely just to get some title.
But how could the moor be so blind and be deceived in such a way?
I hope the devil eats his bones.
That night the moor asked her to go to sleep and dismiss me; she asked me to put her wedding night sheets.
Before I left, I gave her a bath, she began to sing a song that she remembered from a maiden who worked for her mother, her name was Barbara, she fell in love with a madman who left her. It was the song of the willow, an ancient thing, but it expressed her destiny and that maiden died singing it.
She told me that if she died, I should wrap her up in her wedding sheets.
That night Cassio came back wounded and Rodrigo dead. My husband sent me to warn the moor, when I arrived, I told him that some horrible crimes had happened, that Cassio had killed a young Valencian named Rodrigo, he asked me if Cassio had died to which I replied that he was only wounded,
he said “then the crime is disheveled, and the sweet revenge has become rough”
That's when I heard a horrible cry, " unfairly murdered”
What was that scream?
Oh, it was my lady's voice,
I desperately asked for help and I approached her and begged" talk to me ma'am, please, talk to me”
"I die an innocent death”" she sighed.
Who has committed such an infamous crime my lady?
Her lips were only able to to say " Nobody, myself, just share memories of me with my kind husband, goodbye.
The moor turned and told me
“you heard her say it wasn't me”
he continued
“She is a big liar, she has gone to burning hell, because IT WAS ME WHO KILLED HER”
He yelled
"She got lost and became a prostitute”
How deceived was the moor, she was heavenly faithful.
"Oh, she was such a white angel and you such a black demon”
"She was cheating on me with Cassio, if you don't believe me, ask your husband”
My husband, my husband... is he the one who set this up?
"That's a big lie, my husband is not capable of this, you are lying”
My husband arrived and I asked him desperately,
"Tell me that what he said is a lie, that you caused such a great deceit and lie?”
My husband only told me to go home, I did not plan to leave until everyone heard me and knew about the horrible crime that the moor had committed.
Then I heard the moor saying,
"it's not a lie, I know Cassio had the handkerchief”
My blood froze, I felt it running cold through my veins
"Justice must be done, I will not shut up! May heavens and men and demons shout whatever they want against me, but I will speak.”
"Oh, you stupid moor, that handkerchief you're talking about, I accidentally found it, and I gave it to my husband”
I heard my husband screaming
"Traitor bitch" as I felt his sword sheathed inside me.
"Take me with my lady, take me to her”
SINGING
At the foot of the sycamore she cries, poor thing;
sing today green willow
Hand on chest and hand on knee,
Sing willow, sing
The river repeated her cries besides her
Sing willow, my willow...
SHE DIES