Feeling inspired by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARESOthello,The Moore of Venice. ACT 5:SCENE 2,FIRST PART,Characterised by Othello. It is the cause,it is the cause,let me not name name it to you, you chaste stars. It is the cause.Yet i will not shed her blood, Nor scar that white skin of hers than snow, And as smooth as monumental alabaster,yet she must die,else she will betray more men. Put out the light,and then put out the light;If I quench thee ,thou flaming minister,I can again restore thy former light, Should i repent me,but once put out thy light. Thou cunning st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that promethean heat That can light relume when I have plucked the rose. I can not give it vital growth again. It must need wither:I will smell it on tree. Kissing her. Ah balmy breath,that dost almost persuade Justice to break sword once more. Be thus when thou art and I will kill thee And love thee after Once more,and thus the last. So sweet was never so fatal.I must weep, But they are cruel tears:this sorrows heavenly; It strikes where it doth love,
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