Shakespeare, says Iago, you use us ill
Making me yourself, the playwright in the play
Bending and interweaving lives to make
More interesting patterns. You decided Romeo
Can't grow old with somewhat-beloved Rosalind
And made Othello a soldier unable to understand
The ruses and ambushes that are half his trade.
Had I my will-less will, Othello would understand
And see right through me.
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