Patience awhile, good Cassio.—Come, come;
-Iago
Othello Act V, Scene i, Line 87
Sweet Phebe, good
Cassio. Same sentiment? No, not really. Yesterday was Silvius pleading with
Phebe who he really does think is sweet, and today’s speaker is Iago, and
nothing ever good comes from Iago. As well, nothing very truthful ever comes out of Iago’s
mouth. This we know.
To be clear, Cassio is lying there bleeding to death from a wound inflicted in the dark from behind by, you guessed it, Iago. And now the ratfink Iago is pretending to care and telling Cassio to be patient. Yes, that’s what’s happening. Oyy. Good old, honest Iago. Have you ever known anyone quite so dishonest and just downright bad as Iago? To tell you the truth, I can think of a few in my recollections who come close. No names.
And no pics either.
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