Othello: Come, Desdemona. I have but an hour…
The quick straddle will do.
for now.
nakedness itself is not the point; remember
this that she hath eyes, and she chose me.
they will have me loaded
otherwise, with injury and exclusion
in Venice; they will have me dead
on time for this their cousin and daughter
this my wife, look to your wife Iago says
and whispers wear your eyes well to do so.
I know he bends low, beyond all
consideration of boundary and home.
here, then, where we most live,
the two of us,
I pull myself in to the very tailbone,
attached as we are to the poisonous
fondness of kinship and fools.