Raft

To my General’s general, the sweet and lovely Desdemona:


As you witnessed last night, the fair and just General Othello has taken away from me my position as lieutenant. I assume you didn’t know the reason for this and as the noble General’s wife, I thought that you have the right to know. I was dismissed because of the commotion that I caused while my judgment was impaired by wine, the substance that brings every man down to his feet.
It wasn’t my intention at all to cause the commotion and, with all due respect to the general, Othello would have not been able to control himself if he was under the influence of it. Moreover, you my lady, I am sure, know the real me when I am not on that foul thing’s influence and my wits about me.
I am afraid that my dear general Othello, although I am not sure it is even possible, made an unfair decision when I myself could not even speak for my own defense during the occasion. Therefore, now I speak in my defense to you, my compassionate lady, to speak to your dear husband of my appeal. I know he is now reluctant to hear me, but he will most gladly listen to your every word. Does not everybody deserve second chances? Is it not that how Othello got your father’s approval by telling his side of the story?