Othello Desdemona Guilty Analysis

He called her whore. A man of noble intent, the man she loves so desperately and so irrevocably. She has never done a thing to offend him, and yet he looked her in the eyes, he saw her devotion to him and only him. And he dared call her whore. What sins might she have committed in the shadows, where not even I have seen her, that would lead the noble Moor to turn such a phrase? Lay my soul at the stake, I know she is innocent. I love her too, and as it seems, in a way so much truer and fairer than the once noble Othello. And perhaps that demerits his supposed love. Perhaps he does not love her as he says.
And perhaps Desdemona is almost foolish to behave so purely, when it seems no man will ever believe a woman can be faithful and true. I know

But I have a price. Though I love my Iago, I might make choices unaligned with what he would decide for me, if the rewards were right. Or if I was Desdemona, I would take advantage of Othello’s mistrust. If he cannot believe she is faithful, than she may as well be as disloyal as he assumes. The Moor calls her a strumpet and a devil, having no proof of his accusations. My word can be his proof. I will confront him, for I know she is not a sinner. But if Othello does not believe me, then she may as well be. She’d do better to enjoy herself and claim her body as her own than to give in to him now. It’s a husband’s fault if their wives do fall. Oh, to strike her in front of all those powerful men! I would hope Iago would never do the same to me.
No, he would never. Iago treats me as a woman should be treated, and he respects my loyalty. I’d still do anything for him, for I’m nothing but to please his fantasy. I am bound to him, by duty and by love… and the handkerchief… I was obliged to take it. His means for it are surely more important than Desdemona’s sentimental needs. He’s an important man! He must have important purposes. I mustn’t dwell on his intentions, for they are his and his alone. She so loves the token, but he of course needs it