Finally! I had done something my dear husband Iago has asked me to do. It was a strange request to get my hands on my lady's handkerchief. What use does he have for it? Whatever the reason, I doubt it's for any malice. I'm just very happy that he was in such a better mood with me. He was so happy to have that silly little trinket the Moor gave my lady. Oh I hope she doesn't ask me of it. I know how much she cherishes it. But if she does I must do as Iago told me and "Be not acknown on't." The things i do to please him...
Oh curses! She asked! and I known not of it. But oh my poor lady the jealous rage that Moor set off. My poor poor lady she had to endure such tantrum. I wish I can tell her that I gave my husband the handkerchief but I promised not to. Why must I keep this loyalty of matrimony? I wish he never asked me for that handkerchief... My poor poor lady, please forgive me!
Oh curses! She asked! and I known not of it. But oh my poor lady the jealous rage that Moor set off. My poor poor lady she had to endure such tantrum. I wish I can tell her that I gave my husband the handkerchief but I promised not to. Why must I keep this loyalty of matrimony? I wish he never asked me for that handkerchief... My poor poor lady, please forgive me!
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