How Could I Be So Careless?

I cannot believe that I lost my most prized possession. My handkerchief. It was given to me by my love Othello, and now it is nowhere to be found. I have looked everywhere, I even asked my friend Emilia who has not seen it. Emilia is always with me, and if she would have come across it I know she would return it to me. It is all my fault, I should have protected that handkerchief with my life. I am so troubled over this little token, because it is the first gift that my dear husband ever gave me. Othello, the great general, is such a kind and loving man. He is so important and even when he gets upset with me, I know it’s not his fault. His work keeps him so busy and he is so stressed, I don’t know how he does it! He just told me this story about the history behind the handkerchief and now I am even more distraught.

   ”That handkerchief 
    Did an Egyptian to my mother give. 
    She was a charmer, and could almost read 
    The thoughts of people. She told her, while she kept it, 
    ’Twould make her amiable and subdue my father 
    Entirely to her love; but if she lost it 
    Or made gift of it, my father’s eye 
    Should hold her loathed, and his spirits should hunt 
    After new fancies” (Act 3, Scene 4, Lines 50-58).

I do not think that Othello would lie to me, but I hope he is wrong because if it is true then our love may not last! Without Othello I am no one. Who would I be, If I wasn’t Othello’s wife? I would have no where to go if I lost him, I cannot go back to my father now that I have offended him. After all, I did elope and now my duty lies with Othello. I MUST find that handkerchief. Perhaps I should ask my friend, the honest Iago.

Let me know if you see it, it looks like this: