Desdemona monologue from Othello

Desdemona’s monologue

I prithee, do so.

[Exit IAGO]

Something, sure, of state,

Either from Venice, or some unhatch'd practise

5Made 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

10Our other healthful members even to that sense

Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods,

Nor of them look for such observances

As fit the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia,

I was, unhandsome warrior as I am,

15Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;

But now I find I had suborn'd the witness,

And he's indicted falsely.

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