Existing comment:
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak
360Of one that loved not wisely, but too well.
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,
Perplexed in the extreme. Of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe. Of one whose subdued eyes,
365Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum.
-- William Shakespeare, Othello, Act 5, scene 2 |