OTHELLO:

O this wrteched Love,
these heart pangs of Jealousies...
Where to lay my head
In this whirlwind
Day and a half
Of downfall?

O Othello,
'O,O,O'
you cried,
as if to say,
damn it all again,
I've made a mistake
And this one is my last.

O murthering villian,
O innocent woman,
O poor simple wife,
O Cassio - if only you knew...