>>5341567>consummate the prophecyBRABANTIO: What profane wretch art thou?
IAGO: I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
BRABANTIO: Thou art a villain.
You hear the echo of strange words in your head again; the meaning of them troubles you.
At the side of young King Ravenspurn,
>>5341165the captive Norn Queen
>>5341357 - what was her name again? - begins to croon a lilting song, whose cursed refrains shake the walls of the keep as the pangs of birth...
