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Oh Celos!
Iago
Iago: ignore me if this is not true!
Three great people of the city have come personally to ask him, with their cap in hand, to make me his lieutenant, and, in the faith of a man, I know what I am worth, and I deserve no minor position. But he, blinded in his own pride and stubborn in his decisions, dodges his demand with bulging verbosity, horribly filled with epithets of war; and , in conclusion, rejects my predecessors:-for he certainly tells you, I have already chosen my officer. And who is this officer? A great arithmetic attested by me, this Miguel Cassio, a Florentine, a young man to be condemned by a beautiful woman, who has never maneuvered a squad on the ground, nor knows more of the provisions of a battle than a spinner, except the theory of books, which any of the consuls touched could explain as skillfully as him. Pure quackery and no practice is all their military science. But it´s him, sir, who has been chosen. And me, your eyes have seen the test of Roda, Cyprus and other Christian and pagan territories, I have to go leeward and be at par for those who don´t know other than duty and being, for that fork of books. Him, on the other hand, that calculator, will soon be his lieutenant; and me, God bless the title, ensign of your honor. What choice do I have? It is the drawback of the service. The promotion obtained by recommendation or affection, and not according to the ancient method, in which the second inherited the place of the first one. Judge now yourself, sir, whether in righteousness I am compelled to love the moor. (transition) I serve you to take my revenge over him. Not all of us can be masters, nor are all masters faithfully served. You will find more than one of those rascals, obedient and with flexible knees, who use their time very much in the manner of their master's donkey, gripped by obsequious slavery, just for the fodder, and when they grows old they are ceased. Whip those honest servants . There are others who scrupulously observe the forms and faces of obedience, dressing up the physiognomy in this regard, and they keep their hearts at their service, do not give their masters but the appearance of their zeal, use them for business, and when they have lined their garments, they pay homage to themselves. These comrades have some intelligence I confess that I belong to such category, because Your Honor, it is so true is that if I were the moor, I would not want to be Iago. By serving him, I serve myself. Heaven Is my witness, I have no respect or obedience for the moor; but I pretended to, for my personal purposes. I'm not what I seem.
(transition) (screaming) Wake up.... Huh... Hey....Brabantio... thieves....thieves.....look after your house...your daughter... your sacks.... thieves...thieves ... I come to tell you that your daughter and the moor are now making the two backed beast (he laughs) (pause)
The moor changed with my poison, the jealousy I provoked in Othello... dangerous ideas are poison by nature, which at first have an unpleasant taste, but little by little they act on blood, burning like sulfur mines.
I converted huge lies in my mouth, after which I hid my destructive plans. I hate the moor! because there are rumors that he won my wife's heart. I do not know if it is true, but I have suspicions, and they are enough for me as if they were proven truth.
He appreciated me very much: so, he was easy to deceive. Cassio was a handsome young man. What did I do? I planned it slowly. Let it run for some time, and then I crept into Othello's mood, making him understand that Cassio's friendship with his wife was very suspicious. His appearance was such that he could seduce women. On the other hand, the moor was a simple and gullible man: he believed everyone was good, and let himself be carried away, like an ass. I found the way! I conceived my plan!
And hell gave it light to get out!