Neither I nor you nor she nor anyone else in this story could answer more, so surely, fate, like all playwrights, does not announce the adventures or the outcome. They arrive at their own time, until the cloth falls, the lights go out, and the spectators go to sleep. In this genre is there anything to reform, and I would propose, as an essay, that the pieces begin at the end. Othello would kill himself and Desdemona in the first act, the next three would be given to the slow and decreasing action of jealousy, and the latter would be left alone with the early scenes of the threat of the Turks, the explanations of Othello and Desdemona, and the good advice of In this way, the spectator, on the one hand, would find in the theater the usual charade that the newspapers give him, because the last acts would explain the outcome of the first, a kind of concept, and, on the other hand side, went to bed with a good impression of tenderness and love:
She loved what had afflicted me,
I loved her pity.