WHAT'S THIS - OTHELLO FILK

Since I loved the Westeros filk of this song, I decided to do the Othello version. Because I love this tragedy and no Othello version of What's This had been made before, that's why!
Et voilà!:

This filk takes place when I was a teenager and read Othello for the first time (as the short tale by Charles Lamb). Spoilers for those who don't know the plot!:

WHAT'S THIS - OTHELLO FILK

What's this?
What's this?
A play told by the Bard!
What's this?
Should I bet on this card?
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes, it's William Shakespeare...
Wake up, Sandra, you'll be scarred!
What's this?

What's this? 
What's this?
An outpost on a shore!
Who's this?
A general, a Moor!
What's this?
He's married a blond girl called Desdemona,
that is Cassio, young lieutenant...
No more war, so hoist that pennant!
What is this?
What's this?

There's this fellow called Iago, who's come up with a plan...
He wants to be lieutenant, and discredit the young man...
While Cassio is on duty, he gets too much drink inside...
and now he fights with others... No... I can't believe my eyes!

Oh look! What's this?
Young Cassio fell from grace!
Despair?
No, he will seek redress!
Let's go!
He parleys now with Lady Desdemona...
Hope this does not end in woe!
What's this?

What's this?
How queer!
She lost a handkerchief?
And now?
Iago takes it pleased!
And why?
Now he's always trying to convince the Moor
that Cassio's with his wife for sure,
the young chap's got the handkerchief,
and now the Moor just had a fit,
for he believes, but Iago's wrong!
This cannot be! This cannot be!
Both Des and Cassio will get killed!
What's this?

Oh my! What now?
The lady's fast asleep!
The Moor?
He wakes her with a kiss!
No! Lord! 
No mercy, no more hope, no second chances, 
Cassio's dead, the Moor's hands close around her
trachea...
What's this?

Emilia, the maidservant, told the truth (she's Iago's wife),
and young Lieutenant Cassio, turned out, never lost his life!
The general bursts into tears, heartbroken, in despair!
He stabs himself, kisses his love, dies stroking her fair hair...

The sights! The sounds!
They're everywhere and all
around!
I've never felt so good
before!
This empty place inside of me is filling up...
I simply cannot get enough!
I want it! Oh, I want it!
Oh, I want it for my own!
I've got to know, I've got to know what is this play that I have found!
What is this?

The Tragedy of Othello?