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the thought whereof doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw at my inwards; and nothing can or shall content my soul till i am evened with him, wife for wife,

Answer 1

The thought whereof doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw at my inwards; and nothing  Othello can or shall content my soul till i am evened with him, wife for wife,

I am confident in my belief that Cassio loves her;

She clearly loves him, which is admirable:

The Moor, despite the fact that I don't like him, has a constant, loving, and noble nature.  Othello I dare say he'll make a wonderful husband for Desdemona. I do adore her too now;

I may be held accountable for committing a worse sin than that, but I did not act out of pure lust; rather,  Othello I was somewhat motivated by lust, which I believe is why the lusty Moor sprang into my seat; this notion makes me feel sick to my stomach.

And until I am on equal footing with him,  Othello wife for wife, nothing can or will satisfy my spirit.

If not, then at least the Moor, which I put into.

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