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again, I hate the Moor. My cause is hearted; thine
Rodi Where shall we meet i'th' morning.?
S CE N E XI.
Go to, farewel, put money enough in your
Thus do I ever make
And will as tenderly be led by th' nose,
- Hell and Spite Must bring this monsterous birth to the worlds light.
SC EN E I.
The Capital of CYPRU 8. Enter Montano Governor of Cyprus, and Gentlemen
HAT from the cape can you discern at sea ?
, a flood; I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main Defcry a fail. Mont. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at
land; A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements; If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortise ? what Mall we hear of this.?
2 Gent. A fegregation of the Turkish fleet;
Mont. If that the Turkish fleet
Enter a third Gentleman. 3 Gent. [lordsour wars :
The desperate tempeft hath so bang'd
the Turks, That their designment halts. A noble ship of Venice Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance On most part of the fleet.
Mont. How! is this true ?
3 Gent. The ship is here put in,
Mont. I'm glad on't; 'tis a worthy Governor.
Mont. Pray heav'ns he be:
Gent. Come, let's do so;
Cas. T :
S CE N E III.
Give him defence against the elements,
Mont. Is he well shipp'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 sail, a fail, a sail !
Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o'th' sea Stand ranks of people, and they cry, a fail.
Caf. My hopes do shape him for the Governor.
Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy: Our friends, at least.
Caf. I pray you, Sir, go forth,
. Mont. But, good lieutenant, is your General wiv'd ?
Caf. Most fortunately, he hath atchiev'd a maid That paragons description and wild faine : One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, And in terrestrial vesture of creation, Do's bear all excellency
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Enter Gentleman. How now? who has put in ?
Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Ancient to the General.
Caf. H'as had most favourable and happy speed;
Mont. What is she?
. Left in the conduct of the bold Iago; Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts, A se'nnight's fpeed. Great Jove, Othello guard ! And swell his fail with thine own powerful breath, That he may bless this bay with his tall fhip, , Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms, Give renew'd fire to our extinguish'd spirits, And bring all Cyprus comfort
Des. I thank you, valiant Casio,
Caf. He is not yet arriv'd, nor know I aught
Def. O, but I fear- how lost you company ?
Caf. The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship. But hark, a fail !
Within.) A fail, a lail!
Gent. They give this greeting to the Citadel : This likewise is a friend.
Caf. See for the news : Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome mistress,
[To Æmilia. Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, That I extend my manners.
breeding, That gives me this bold shew of courtesy.
Iago. Sir, would the give you so much of her lips, As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, You'd have enough. Def. Alas! she has no speech.