Blog 20 Quote response, Othello 2

Othello: “Now do I see ‘tis true. Look here, Iago, All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven.  ‘Tis gone.  Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy freight, For ‘tis of aspics tongues.” (Shakespear, 459-465)

With these chilling words Othello is throwing away the love he felt for Desdemona and accepting hatred.  He says that he is full of poisonous snakes.  There is a song by Rich Mullins called “We Are Not as Strong as We Think We Are” that has these words;

 “We are frail we are fearfully and wonderfully made
Forged in the fires of human passion
Choking on the fumes of selfish rage
And with these our hells and our heavens
So few inches apart
We must be awfully small
And not as strong as we think we are” (Mullins, 1996)

This part of the play reminds me of that song.  Othello is sinking further into his jealous rage and his strong love is being replaced by an equally strong hate.

Cited:

“We are Not as Strong as We Think We Are” By Rich Mullins, July 30, 1996