https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc Honest. Dedicated. Reliable. Yet, it is all a cover up... en-us 2016-04-02 00:50:38 UTC 2026-03-19 17:33:11 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padletuploads.blob.core.windows.net/aws/107383915/a37eb1f8f28da5419cd4e7d955dd6d0e03b7c3aa/926d82beceabb451103c24ea1b7e3615.jpg arracco https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103714000 IAGO
Cassio's a proper man. Let me see now:
To get his place and to plume up my will
In double knavery—How, how? Let's see.
After some time, to abuse Othello's ear
That he is too familiar with his wife.
He hath a person and a smooth dispose
To be suspected, framed to make women false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature,
That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,
And will as tenderly be led by th' nose
As asses are.
I have 't. It is engendered. Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light. (1.3.383-39)]]> 2016-04-02 01:30:50 UTC https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103714000 arracco https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103715695 IAGO:
Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or 
thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our 
wills are gardeners. So that if we will plant nettles
or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, 
supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it 
with many, either to have it sterile with idleness or 
manured with industry, why the power and corrigible 
authority of this lies in our wills. (1.3.315-322)]]> 2016-04-02 02:36:16 UTC https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103715695 arracco https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103715817 IAGO:
Ha! I like not that.
OTHELLO:
                             What dost thou say?
IAGO :
Nothing, my lord; or if—I know not what.
OTHELLO:
Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
IAGO:
Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it
That he would steal away so guiltylike,
Seeing you coming.
OTHELLO: 
I do believe 'twas he. (3.3.35-41)]]> 2016-04-02 02:44:59 UTC https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103715817 arracco https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103716009 IAGO:
Demand me nothing. What you know, you know.
From this time forth I never will speak word. (5.2.300-301)]]> 2016-04-02 02:58:37 UTC https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103716009 arracco https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103716479 IAGO:
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who certain of his fat loves not his wronger;
But O, what demand minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves? (3.3.167-172)]]> 2016-04-02 03:24:19 UTC https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103716479 arracco https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103716688 2016-04-02 03:39:54 UTC https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103716688 arracco https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103717049 I’m turning to an ugly beast..
A servant for the devil..
A black slave with a lost heart..
who are tortured by his lord..
A torture have never been seen or heard..
a lord who let his servants choose a path between light and darkness..
servants are blind enough to dig in darkness to find light..
but is the servants are truly blind..
searching for hope, promises..
But manipulated by the devil..
By: 2aftermidnight]]> 2016-04-02 03:59:09 UTC https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103717049 arracco https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103737700 IAGO:
Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
A huswife that by selling her desires
Buys herself bread and clothes. It is a creature
That dotes on Cassio—as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many and be beguiled by one.
He, when he hears of her, cannot restrain
From the excess of laughter. Here he comes: (4.1.110-116)]]> 2016-04-02 16:49:19 UTC https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103737700 arracco https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103738479 IAGO
Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure.
I would not have your free and noble nature,
Out of self-bounty, be abused. Look to 't.
I know our country disposition well;
In Venice they do let God see the pranks
They dare not show their husbands. Their best 
   conscience
Is not to leave 't undone, but keep 't unknown. (3.3.228-236)]]> 2016-04-02 17:12:49 UTC https://padlet.com/arracco/f5xmm579cyxc/wish/103738479