Question and the Darkness

you ask me is it worth it, and Liza
I can’t for the life of me tell you if
it is; what is worth? it simply is this
way, Liza, and I am who I am.     what
else could I be, but that I would myself
betray, and betraying self could not but
betray all   .   .   .   and being betrayal itself,
would become Iago     —     who then might play my
evil’s object, my Desdemona or
my beloved Moor, my captain Othello?
if hell hath no fury as a woman scorned,
Liza, then what is hell but the fiery
wrath of man scorned; would you then author
to hell and turn me to this outer darkness?

David M Pitchford
28 Oct 2011


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