How am I then a villain...
...I'll pour this pestilence
Into his ear
That She repeals him for
Her body's lust
And by how much She strives
To do him good
She shall undo her credit
With the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue
Into pitch.
And out of her own goodness
Make the net
That shall
Enmesh them all.
I have it. It is engendered.
Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth
To the world's light.
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