Emilia's Soliloquy

If you ever read Othello, this should make sense.

A rogue has wormed a way into his mind.
This loathsome gargoyle tampering with love
Shall plunge to Hades should I find him out.
My lady is too innocent and pure
To lay with Michael Cassio twixt his sheets.
She’ll carry coals no longer and I shall
Thus find the creeping serpent now who hath
Unsheathed her virtue and good name.
This business is not of the Moor himself.
Suspicion’s shadow crosses Cassio naught;
His good name bears too much to toss away.
This dreaded knave must have a close office
To draw a poisoned picture in his mind.
I know my husband’s comrade loves my lady;
Roderigo doth bear suspicion’s glare.
It spites reward to think it not be he;
Should Othello leave my lady, his gain
Would be achieved. I think it not him still;
He is wanting wits, and would need much aid
To carry such a cunning little plan.
And why include the Lieutenant for ruin;
What gain can he make from his reprisal?
What soul would or could find joy in both
The loss of Cassio and my lady?
Oh lamentable day! I know the knave.
I wish the contrary yet it proves true.
What was lost to him is wrongly gained
For vengeance both the two would be estranged
And moved to high position he would be:
Iago is the villain that I seek.
Oh wherefore must it be he seeks vengeance?
Relegated to Othello’s ancient;
He seeks to crush the Moor and lieutenant.
Such ocular proof the handkerchief was
To damn Cassio in Othello’s eyes.
And plunged to chaos would Othello be
For loss of his precious Desdemona.
Two birds he snared in ambush bold
Regretfully I tell what must be told.