I hate the Moor:  

And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets  

He has done my office: I know not if't be true;   

But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,  

Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;  

The better shall my purpose work on him.  

Cassio's a proper man: let me see now:  

To get his place and to plume up my will  

In double knavery—How, how? Let's see:—  

After some time, to abuse Othello's ear  

That he is too familiar with his wife.  

He hath a person and a smooth dispose  

To be suspected, framed to make women false.  

The Moor is of a free and open nature,  

That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,  

And will as tenderly be led by the nose  

As asses are.  

I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night  

Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.  

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Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod2