Cassio, can thee know of my true intentions? Shall I ask my dearest Moor the same? Roderigo? Emilia? Nay I shan't, for I already know the answer. You don't, for you cannot. You cannot because trust and love blinds thee all. You trust the snake not to bite, and love him for he hasn't .
Naive, for that same serpent slithers now unseen beneath your feet. He hath shed his skin and his deceitful scales now gleam. Trust him, yes trust him as he slithers upon you and bears his fangs.
Trust him, as they break skin.
Trust him, as his venom spreads.