Othello - Part 1 of 2
Dear lads and gentlemen, today we enjoy the play of the immortal William, praise be on him, Shakespeare!
A bedchamber in the castle: Desmond in bed asleep; a bright but pale magical light fills the room, everything is cold-colored and medically sterile as per vampiric tradition.
(Enter Othello, a middle-aged barbarian, everything in his dark and brutal image contrasts with the pale cold beauty of the room)
Othello: It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!--
It is the cause. Yet I'll not spank him;
Nor scar that whiter skin of his than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet he must suffer, else he'll laze far more.
(Kissing him)
Desmond: Who's there? Othello?
Othello: Ay, Desmond, it is I.
Desmond: Will you come to bed, my love?
Othello: Have you warm'd up to-night, Desmond?
Desmond: Alas, my lord, I didn't have the time.
Othello: What were you up to?
Desmond: Another operation,
Three bloody lives were saved...
So tired I am, it's, truly, hard to be a surgeon
And please, withal, your weakness for my belly...
Othello: Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
I would not cinch thy unprepared waist.
Desmond: Talk you of cinching?
Othello: Ay, I do.
Desmond: Then heaven
Have mercy on me!
Othello: Amen, with all my heart!
Desmond: If you say so, I hope you will not cinch me.
Othello: Hum!
Desmond: And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
Since wear I corsets on a daily basis
To train my waist for you; but yet I fear.
Othello: And also belts and waistlets?
Desmond: They are loves I bear for you.
Othello: Ay, and for that I'll cinch you.
Desmond: That death's unnatural that punishes for loving.
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your muscled torso:
These are tight ropes; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.
Othello: Peace, and be still!
Desmond: I will so. What's the matter?
Othello: That silver waistlet which I so loved and gave thee
Thou gavest to Cassio.
Desmond: No, by my life and soul!
Send for the boy, and ask him.
Othello: Sweet soul, take heed,
Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy torture rack.
Desmond: Then ropes and cords
Have mercy on me!
Othello: I say, amen.
Desmond: And have you mercy too! I never did
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio;
Never did I give him
Even the smallest cincher!
Othello: By heaven, I saw my waistlet on his middle.
O perjured vampire! thou dost stone my heart,
And makest me call what I intend to do
A belly torture, which I thought a sacrifice:
I saw the waistlet.
Desmond: He found it then;
I never gave it to that boy: send for him hither;
Let him confess a truth.
Othello: He hath confess'd.
Desmond: O, punish me, my lord, but cinch me not!
Othello: Down, strumpet!
Desmond: Cinch me to-morrow: let me breathe to-night!
Othello: Nay, if you strive--
Desmond: But half an hour!
Othello: Being done, there is no pause.
Desmond: But just a short warm-up first!
Othello: 'Tis too late.
See part 2 for the ending! :3