Grace as Desdemona:
o good Iago,
What shall I do to win my Lord again?
good friend, got to him: for, by this light of heaven,
I know not how I lost him: Here I kneel,
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense
Delighted them in any other form
Or that I do not yet, and ever did
and ever will- though he do shake me off
to beggarly divorcement- love him dearly
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much,
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love. I cannot say "whore"
It does abhor me now I speak the word,
To do the deed might the addition earn,
Not the worlds mass of vanity could make me.
>>>>>>>>I'll have u know that I wrote that ALL by myself!! whoohoo...memorisation complete....tomorrow the performance!
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