Characters: Major characters: Othello he is the play's protagonist and hero. He has risen to high military prestige in Venice, after defeating the Turks and other enemies in battle. He is well-liked and honored, despite his racial difference. He moves to Cyprus after becoming a general and he marries Desdemona. He falls victim to Iago's plan causing Othello to believe his wife has betrayed him with Cassio, becomes insanely jealous of their relationship and ultimately smothers his wife to death. After he realizes that Iago has tricked him and that Desdemona has always been faithful and chaste, he stabs Iago, leaving him to a life of pain and then kills himself. (Micha el) Cassio he is Othello's lieutenant and another victim of Iago's evil plan. He meets Desdemona and asks her help to mend his relationship with her husband. Iago schemes and
Emilia enters after Cassio and Roderigo’s corpse are removed and the two comment on the horrible results of whoring, arresting Bianca and commenting on Iago’s final move. Scene 2 Othello enters Desdemona’s room and entreats her to pray and repent, as he does not want to kill her soul. She realizes her death is imminent and because she knows she cannot plead her case, she entreats Othello to let her live a bit longer or to merely banish her. He does not and as the two struggle, he smothers her. Hearing a voice from outside, he thinks maybe he has failed and smothers her again, only to find that Emilia has arrived to give him the news of what has happened. He hides the bed and opens the door for Emilia who informs him that Cassio has killed Roderigo, not at all what he expected to hear. Desdemona is not quite dead yet and speaks from under the sheets, “falsely murdered” prompting Emilia to call for help. Desdemona then dies, stating that she killed herself
This is why it is absurd to hear the new writing condemned in the name of a humanism which hypo- critically appoints itself the champion of the reader’s rights. The reader has never been the concern of classical criticism; for it, there is no other man in literature but the one who writes. We are now beginning to be the dupes no longer of such antiphrases, by which our society proudly champions precisely what it dismisses, ignores, smothers or destroys; we know that to restore to writing its future, we must reverse its myth: the birth of the reader must be ransomed by the death of the Author. — translated by Richard Howard 6
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