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At the end of “Othello,” as Desdemona lies smothered on the conjugal bed, the warrior Moor turns to his assembled officers with the full knowledge that the deeds of valor which won him fame as a general for the Venetian state will forever be overshadowed by his mad gesture of jealousy. “I pray you, in your letters, / When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, / Speak of me as I am,” he says. “Nothing extenuate, / Nor set down aught in malice.” He invokes (...)