Council Meeting

I have just returned home from an appointment made with my associates in Senate, our Duke, and the cursed Moor. I found him just a few moments after Roderigo led my servants and I out to search for the kidnapper of my sweet flower. He was taken by my command to the council, where I thought he would have been taken care of properly.  However, I foolishly misconstrued the conviction of the men beside me in keeping our country safe and virtuous- men who fell easily to the devious charm and wit of the Moor and barely took my word to heart at all. Why, at one point they inquired for me to give in, to let the thief take my daughter without a fight.And I responded, as any proud Venetian would, with “So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; we lose it not, so long as we can smile.” If that is their philosophy, then I was sorrowfully mistaken of their nature.  Men with ideas such as theirs would be responsible for practically handing Cyprus to the Turks on a golden platter.
Yet, of all I feared, I feared most of my daughter’s mental state. It was obvious witchcraft the Moor had put her under to submit to his ghastly yearnings. By demand, she arrived in court. I had hoped she would have shown me the daughter I have raised and known by entire life- yet instead in council I had seen a frame of Desdemona. She disproved any claims of spells cast, however at the same time rejected all loyalty to me! She disobeyed and took sides with her captor over the side of her own father!My heart has never been stabbed so ruthlessly… I believe I am still physically speechless. That is, except for the final words slipping out to the Moor as I departed, mind unhinged and fragmented, “Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see: she has deceived her father, and may thee.”
As that was the final advice I could give him for a daughter I no longer know.