Music+of+Treachery

__**Cat's Cradle**__

media type="youtube" key="6fbiFzmmlT0" height="25" width="30" __puppetmaster__, __blindfaith__ , __obliviouslypretty__ , __theMoor__ , __jealousyet__ and __blissfulignorant__ are listening to //Nabbed - Nightmare Revisited (Yoshida Brothers)//

__puppetmaster__ says: Thus do I ever make my fool my purse: For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane, If I would time expend with such a snipe. But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor: And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets He has done my office: I know not if't be true; But I, for mere suspicion in that kind, Will do as if for surety. He holds me well; The better shall my purpose work on him. Cassio's a proper man: let me see now: To get his place and to plume up my will In double knavery--How, how? Let's see:-- After some time, to abuse Othello's ear That he is too familiar with his wife. He hath a person and a smooth dispose To be suspected, framed to make women false. The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest that but seem to be so, And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are. I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

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__puppetmaster__ says: Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply may strike at you: provoke him, that he may; for even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true taste again but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires by the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the impediment most profitably removed, without the which there were no expectation of our prosperity.

__blindfaith__ says: I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity.

--- __obliviouslypretty__ says: Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

__puppetmaster__ says: O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for you.

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__puppetmaster__ says: Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done; She may be honest yet. Tell me but this, Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?

__theMoor__ says: I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.

__puppetmaster__ says: I know not that; but such a handkerchief-- I am sure it was your wife's--did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with.

__theMoor__ says: O, that the slave had forty thousand lives! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics' tongues!

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__puppetmaster__ says: Alas, alas! It is not honesty in me to speak What I have seen and known. You shall observe him, And his own courses will denote him so That I may save my speech: do but go after, And mark how he continues.

__jealousyet__ says: I am sorry that I am deceived in him.

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__TruLuv__ says: I do not know; I am sure I am none such.

__puppetmaster__ says: Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!

__blissful_ignorant__ says: Hath she forsook so many noble matches, Her father and her country and her friends, To be call'd whore? would it not make one weep?

__TruLuv__ says: It is my wretched fortune.

__puppetmaster__ says: Beshrew him for't! How comes this trick upon him?

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__blissful_ignorant__ says: She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it, And I did give't my husband.

__puppetmaster__ says: Filth, thou liest!

__blissful_ignorant__ says: O, lay me by my mistress' side.

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__puppetmaster__ says: I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.

__theMoor__ says: I am not sorry neither: I'ld have thee live; For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

__puppetmaster__ says: Demand me nothing: what you know, you know: From this time forth I never will speak word.

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