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The capital of Cyprus. Enter Montano Governor of Cyprus, and two Gentlemer. Mont. Hat from the cape can you discern at fea?

i GentNothing at allit is high

wrought flood; I cannot 'twist the heavens and the main Descry a fail.

Mont. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land; A fuller blait ne'er shook our battlements; If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mouniains melt on them, Can hold the inortise ! what shall we hear of this?

2 Gent. A fegregation of the Turkish fleet;
For do but stand upon the foaming fhore,
The chiding billows seem to pelt the clouds;
The wind- shak'd surge, with high and monitrous main,
Seems to cast water on the burning Bear,
And quench the guards of th’ever-fired pole ;
I never did like inoleftation view
On the inchafed flood.

Mont. If that the Turkish fleet
Be not inshelter'd and embay'd, they're drown'd;
It is impoffible to bear it out.

SCENE II. Enter a third Gentleinan.
3 Gent. News, Lords, our wars are done :
The desperate tempeit hath fo bang’d the Turks,
That their designment halts. A noble ship of Venice
Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
On most part of their fleet.

Mlort. How! is this true ?

Gent. The ship is here put in,
A Veroneffa ; Michael Cassio,
Lieutenant of the warlike Moor Othello,
Is come on shore; the Moor himself's at sea,
And is in full commission here for Cyprus.

Mont. I'm glad on't ; 'tis a worthy Governor.

3 Gent,

3 Gent. But this fame Cassio, though he speak of

comfort, Touching the Turkish lofs, yet he looks fadly, And prays

the Moor be safe ; for they were parted With foul and violent tempeft.

Mont. Pray heav'ns he be :
For I have serv'd him, and the man commands
Like a full soldier. Let's to the sea-side,
As well to see the vessel that's come in,
As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello, .
Even till we make the main and th’aerial blue
An indistinct regard.

Gent. Come, let's do so;
For every minute is expectancy
Of more arrivance.

SCENE III. Enter Caflio.
Caf. ks to the valiant of this warlike isle,
That so approve the Moor: oh, let the heav'ns
Give him defence against the elements,
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea.

Mont. Is he well fhipp'd ?

Caf. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot
Of very expert and approv'd allowance ;
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.

Within.) A fail, a fail, a fail !
Caf. What noise ?

Gent. The town is empty; on the brow oth' sea Stand ranks of people, and they cry, A fail.

Caf. My hopes do 1hape him for the Governor.

Gent They do discharge their shot of courtesy:
Our friends, at least.

Gaf. I pray you, Sir, go forth,
And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd.
Gent. I shall.

[Exit. Mont. But, good Lieutenant, is your General wiv’d?

Caf. Most fortunately, he hath atchiev'd a maid
That paragons description and wild fame :
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
And in terrestrial velture of creation
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SCENE IV. Enter Gentleman. How now? who has put in ?

Cent. 'Tis one Iago, Ancient to the General.

Caf. Has had most favourable and happy speed:
Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,
The gutter'd rocks, and congregated fands,
(Traitors enfteep'd to clog the guiltless keel),
As having fense of beauty, do omit
Their mortal natures, letting fafe go by
The divine Desdemona.

Mont. What is the ?

Caf. She that I spake of, our great Captain's Captain,
Left in the conduct of the bold lago ;
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts,
A se'en-night's speed. Great Jove, Othello guard !
And swell his fail with thine own powerful breath,
That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,
Make love's quick pants in Defdemona's arms,
Give renew'd fire to our extinquish'd spirits,
And bring all Cyprus comfort


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Enter Desdemona, lago, Rodorigo, and Æmilia.
O behold!
The riches of the ship is come on shore:
You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.
Hail to thee, Lady! and the grace of heav'n,
Before, behind thee,

hand Enwheel thee round.

Def. I thank you, valiant Callio.
What tidings can you tell me of my

Caf He is not yet arriv'd, nor know I aught
But ihat he's well, and will be shortly here.

Def. O, but I fear-How loft you company.?

Caf. The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship. But hark, A fail !

Within.] A fail, a fail !

Cent. They give this greeting to the citadel :-
This likewise is a friend.
Caf. See for the news.


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Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome, mistrefes,

[T. Æmilia. Let it not gall your patience, good lago, That I extend my manners. 'T'is my breeding,

[Saluting her. That gives me this bold shew of courtesy.

lago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips, As of her tongue lhe oft bestows on me, You'd have enough.

Def. Alas! she has no fpeech.

lago. In faith, too much.
I find it still, when I have list to sleep;
Marry, before your Ladyship, I grant

puts her tongue a little in her heart, And chides with thinking.

Æmil. You have little cause to say so. lago. Come on, come on; you're pictures out of

doors, Bells in your parlours, wild-cats in your kitchens, Saints in your injuries, devils being öffended, [beds! Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your

Def. O, fie upon thee, slanderer!

lago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk; You rise to play, and go to bed to work.

Æmil. You shall not write my praise. lago. No, let me not. Des. What would'st thou write of me, if thou should'st

praise me? lag. O gentle Lady, do not put me to't, For I am nothing, if not critical *. Des. Come, one essay. There's one gone to the

harbour lage. Ay, Madam.

Des. I ain not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise ; Come, how would'st thou praise me?

lago. I am about it; but indeed " my invention

comes from my pate, as birdlime does from freeze, “ it plucks out brains and all.” But my muse labours, and thus she is delivered.

If she be fair and wife, fairness and wit,
The one's for use, the other usih it.
* mijozl, for salg, wala


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Des. Well prais'd; how if she be black and witty ?
lago. If she be black, and thereta bave a wit,

She'll find a white that shall ber blackness fit.
Def. Worse and worse.
Æmil. How, if fair and foolish ?
lago. She never yet was foolish that was fair ;

For even her folly helped her to an heir. Def. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fools laugh i' th'alehouse. What miserable praise haft thou for her that's foul and foolish ? Iago. There's none so foul and foolish thereunto,

But does foul pranks, which fair and wife ones do. Der Oh heavy ignorance ! thou praifelt the worst best. But what praise could'st thou bestow on a deserving woman indeed? one that in the authority of her merit did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself? Iago.“ She that was ever fair, and never proud,

Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud;
Never lack'd gold, and yet went never gay,
. Fled from her wish, and yet said, Now I may;
" She that, when anger'd, her revenge being nigh,
Bade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly;
She that in wisdom never was so frail,
To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail!
She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind,
See suitors following, and not look behind;

She was a wight, ( if ever fuch wight were )
Def. To do what?
Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.

Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion ! do not learn of him, Æmilia, though he be thy husband. How say you, Caflio, is he not a most profane and liberalt counsellor?

Caf. He speaks home, Madam; you may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.

lag. [Afide.] He takes her by the palm ; ay, well faid-whisperWith as little a web as this, will I t liberal, for licentious,


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