Chapters (42)
- Contents
- The Cast
- The Stage
- Map of Venice
- Map of Italy
- Act I: Fortunato’s Fate
- One: The Trap
- Two: The Dark
- Three: A Spot of Bother
- Four: How Much for the Monkey?
- Five: Ladies of the Lagoon
- Six: The Players
- Act II: The Watery City
- Seven: La Giudecca
- Eight: A Pound of Flesh
- Nine: Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety-nine Golden Ducats
- Ten: Intrigue Beneath the Bawd
- Eleven: Siren Ascending
- Twelve: To Belmont and Beyond
- Act III: The Moor of Venice
- Thirteen: Bold and Saucy Wrongs
- Fourteen: A World of Sighs
- Fifteen: What Wicked Webs
- Sixteen: A Nasty Piece of Work
- Seventeen: A Fool’s Ransom
- Act IV: The Green-eyed Monster
- Eighteen: Cloak, Dagger, Wimple, and Veil
- Nineteen: Well Met in Corsica Once More
- Twenty: The Art of Persuasion
- Act V: A Pound of Flesh
- Twenty-one: Savage Puppets
- Twenty-two: No Shit, Shylock
- Twenty-three: The Trial
- Twenty-four: The Verdict
- Twenty-five: Arise! Black Vengeance!
- Twenty-six: Off Jolly Rogering!
- Afterword
- About the Author
- Also by Christopher Moore
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
“Oh, so says the most rejected suitor. I tell you, Rodrigo, Cassio is a base opportunist, comfort is his doorway, but lust his domicile—even now I’ll wager the Florentine makes love’s quick pants in Desdemona’s arms. He is so disposed, you know? I suspect him of having done manly duty between the sheets with my own wife. Did you not see how she looked at him?”
“Really? Cassio? With Emilia as well? Is that why you’re staying here at the inn and not in her quarters?”
“Oh, I do not pine over my faithless wife. Did you not see her let the Florentine bow over her hand like a rutting animal? Of all the ill will I hold for him, none is for his damp deeds with Emilia, for she is a devious prick-pull, like all of her sex. That Cassio took my commission, for this I hate him, but that he took my wife, and now takes Desdemona, for this weakness I am grateful, for we shall use it to our own ends and his undoing.”
“How so?” asked Rodrigo. “Did you not see Desdemona treat me like a stranger today, even before she knew of her father’s death? And after so much of my treasure that you have given to her to show my affection. Now Cassio stands in my way as well as the Moor?”
“Don’t whinge, Rodrigo. Desdemona will never shag you if you whinge.”
“Sorry. But all the treasure, and she knows me—I had called upon her at her father’s house upon several occasions.”
“Several was it? Several before you began bonking her maid?”
“Well, yes, but Nerissa has exquisite bosoms and . . . You’re right, Iago, women are devious tricksters. Am I whingeing again?”
“Never fear, good Rodrigo. Desdemona is young and spirited, she’ll tire soon enough of Othello, and the handsome Cassio shall be the bar we use to pry her from the arms of the Moor.”
“How will that help? She runs from Othello to Cassio, and I am still out in the cold with no Desdemona and no money.”
“Why, then we simply remove Cassio, and the lady, her marriage broken, shunned and ashamed, shall find comfort in your arms. The Moor, aggrieved from the betrayal of his slag of a wife, will need a second in command and I will have the position that was rightfully mine before the Florentine stole it.”
“I’m not clear on what you mean by remove Cassio?”