That swine! He is as promiscuous and thus as shameful as the
woman he tries to hide from the public! That Cassio! That user of my daughter’s
kindness and care! To be with a low-life whore? I first denied it when
reporters told me they had saw him exchanging with a strumpet what seemed to be
a cloth! Was that his form of currency? A man even dishonorable in his
payments! How disgusting! I would say also disheartening, yet a man of my
stature would never sympathize with a demoralized boy such as him! If I could,
I would sail to Cyprus at the closest moment and ward my daughter away from
such scum. It is not necessary for her to dirty her perfectly white hands with
assisting such garbage. Then it would be my duty to finally pry her away from
the spell the Moor has deeply caught her in! That must be it! That’s the only
explanation why she could be away for so long and not yet have returned to her
loving father! I had my doubts before… blamed it on her inherited stubbornness…
I am feeling ill. I…
I need rest. That is what I need. Yes. I feel that fellow Venetians would
advise that sleep is best to ward off this building unease.
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