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SCENE I.-A Sea-port Town in Cyprus. That their designment halts: a noble ship of Venice A Platform.

Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance

On most part of their fleet.
Enter Montano, and two Gentlemen.

Mon. How! is this true ?
Mon. What from the cape can you discern at 3 Gent.

The ship is here put in: sea ?

A Veronese; Michael Cassio 1 Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello, flood;

Is come on shore: the Moor himself's at sea, I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main,

And is in full commission here for Cyprus. Descry a sail.

Mon. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor. Mon. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at 3 Gent. But this same Cassio, though he speak land;

of comfort, A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements : Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly, If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea,

And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, With foul and violent tempest. Can hold the mortise ? what shall we hear of this?

Mon.

Pray heaven he be; 2 Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet : For I have serv'd him, and the man commands For do but stand upon the foaming shore,

Like a full soldier. Let's to the sea-side, ho! The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds, As well to see the vessel that's come in, The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello, mane,

Even till we make the main, and th' aer blue, Seems to cast water on the burning bear,

An indistinct regard. And quench the guards of th' ever-fixed pole: 3 Gent.

Come, let's do so; I never did like molestation view

For every minute is expectancy
On the enchafed flood.

Of more arrivance.
Mon.
If that the Turkish fleet

Enter Cassio.
Be not inshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd;
It is impossible to bear it out.

Cas. Thanks you, the valiant of the warlike isle,

That so approve the Moor.-0! let the heavens Enter a third Gentleman.

Give him defence against the elements, 3 Gent. News, lads! our wars are done. For I have lost him on a dangerous sea. The desperate tempest hath so bang’d the Turks, Mon. Is he well shipp'd ?

Cas. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot

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Of very expert and approv'd allowance;
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.
[Within.] A sail, a sail, a sail!

Enter a Messenger.
Cas. What noise ?

Mess. The town is empty; on the brow o' the Stand ranks of people, and they cry,

A sail." Cas. My hopes do shape him for the governor.

(Guns heard. 2 Gent. They do discharge their shot of cour

tesy : Our friends, at least. Cas.

I pray you, sir, go forth, And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd. 2 Gent. I shall.

[Erit. Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv’d?

Cas. Most fortunately: he hath achiev'd a maid, That paragons description, and wild fame; One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, And in th' essential vesture of creation, Does bear all excellency.--How now? who has

your beds.

put in ?

Re-enter second Gentleman. 2 Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general. Cas. He has had most favourable and happy

speed: Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands, Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel, As having sense of beauty, do omit Their mortal natures, letting go safely by The divine Desdemona. Mon.

What is she? Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's

captain,
Left in the conduct of the boid lago;
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts,
A se'nnight's speed.-Great Jove! Othello guard,
And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath,
That he may bless this bay with his ship,
Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms,
Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits,
And bring all Cyprus comfort.-0, behold!
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, Iago, RODERIGO, and

Attendants.
The riches of the ship is come on shore.
Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.-
Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!
Des.

I thank you, valiant Cassio. What tidings can you tell me of my lord ?

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

Des. O! but I fear.-How lost you company ?

Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship.

[Within.) A sail, a sail ! But, hark! a sail.

[Guns heard. 2 Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel! This likewise is a friend. Cas.

See for the news.

[Exit Gentleman. Good ancient, you are welcome.- Welcome, mistress.

[To Emilia. Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, That I extend my manners: 'tis my breeding

That gives me this bold show of courtesy:

(Kissing her. Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her

lips,
As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
You'd have enough.
Des.

Alas! she has no speech. lago. In

h, too much;
I find it still, when I have leave to sleep:
Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,
She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking.

Emil. You have little cause to say so.
Iago. Come on, come on; you are pictures out

of doors,
Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens,
Saints in your injuries, devils being offended,
Players in your housewifery, and housewives in

Des. O, fie upon thee, slanderer!

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

Emil. You shall not write my praise.
Iago.

No, let me not. Des. What would'st thou write of me, if thou

should'st praise me? lago. O gentle lady, do not put me to't, For I am nothing, if not critical. · Des. Come on; assay.—There's one gone to the

harbour?
Iago. Ay, madam.
Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.-
Come ; how wouldst thou praise me?

Iago. I am about it, but, indeed, my invention
Comes from my pate, as birdlime does from frize,
It plucks out brains and all; but my muse labours,
And thus she is deliver'd.
If she be fair and wise,-fairness, and wit,
The one's for use, the other useth it.
Des. Well prais'd! How, if she be black and

witty ? Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit, She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.

Des. Worse and worse.
Emil. How, if fair and foolish ?

Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair; For even her folly help'd her to an heir.

Des. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fools laugh i' the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her that's foul and foolish ?

Iago. There's none so foul, and foolish thereunto, But does soul pranks which fair and wise ones do.

Des. O heavy ignorance! thou praisest 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?

İago. 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, being angerd, 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 such wight were,-

Des. To do what?
Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.

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Des. O, most lame and impotent conclusion ! | That not another comfort like to this Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy Succeeds in unknown fate. husband.—How say you, Cassio ? is he not a most Des.

The heavens forbid, profane and liberal counsellor ?

But that our loves and comforts should increase, Cas. He speaks home, madam; you may relish Even as our days do grow! him more in the soldier, than in the scholar.

Oth.

Amen to that, sweet powers ! lago. (Aside.] He takes her by the palm : ay, I cannot speak enough of this content; well said, whisper: with as little a web as this, will It stops me here; it is too much of joy : I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon And this, and this, the greatest discords be, her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship.

(Kissing her. You say true; 'tis so, indeed : if such tricks as That e'er our hearts shall make! these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had Iago. (Aside.] 0! you are well tun'd now; been better you had not kissed your three fingers But I'll set down the pegs that make this music, so oft, which now again you are most apt to play | As honest as I am. the sir in. Very good: well kissed! an excellent

Oth.

Come, let us to the castle.courtesy! 'tis so indeed. Yet again your fingers News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks are to your lips ? would, they were clyster-pipes for drown'd. your sake.-[A trumpet heard.] The Moor! I How does my old acquaintance of this isle ?know his trumpet.

Honey, you shall be well desir'd in Cyprus, Cas. 'Tis truly so.

I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet, Des. Let's meet him, and receive him.

I prattle out of fashion, and I dote Cas. Lo, where he comes !

In mine own comforts.- I prythee, good Iago,

Go to the bay, and disembark my coffers.
Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants.

Bring thou the master to the citadel :
Oth. O, my fair warrior!

He is a good one, and his worthiness Des.

My dear Othello! Does challenge much respect.--Come, Desdemona, Oth. It gives me wonder great as my content,

Once more well met at Cyprus. To see you here before me. O, my soul's joy! [ Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants. If after every tempest come such calms,

Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harMay the winds blow, till they have waken'd death; bour.—Come hither.-If thou be'st valiant-as And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, they say base men, being in love, have then a noOlympus-high, and duck again as low

bility in their natures more than is native to them, As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die, list me. The lieutenant to-night watches on the 'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, court of guard.–First, I must tell thee this-DesMy soul hath her content so absolute,

demona is directly in love with him.

Rod. With him! why, 'tis not possible. knows you not :-1'll not be far from you: do

Iago. Lay thy finger—thus, and let thy soul be you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by instructed. Mark me with what violence she first speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline; or loved the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her from what other course you please, which the fantastical lies; and will she love him still for time shall more favourably minister. prating ? let not thy discreet heart think it. Her Rod. Well. eye must be fed; and what delight shall she have Iago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler, to look on the devil ? When the blood is made | and, haply, with his truncheon may strike at you: dull with the act of sport, there should be,-again provoke him, that he may; for even out of that to inflame it, and to give satiety a fresh appetite,- will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny, whose loveliness in favour, sympathy in years, manners, qualification shall come into no true taste again, and beauties ; all which the Moor is defective in. but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you Now, for want of these required conveniences, her have a shorter journey to your desires, by the delicate tenderness will find itself abused, begin to means I shall then have to prefer them; and the heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor; impediment most profitably removed, without the very nature will instruct her in it, and compel her which there were no expectation of our prosperity. to some second choice. Now, sir, this granted, (as

Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any opit is a most pregnant and unforced position,) who | portunity. stands so eminently in the degree of this fortune, Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at as Cassio does ? a knave very voluble ; no further the citadel : I must fetch his necessaries ashore. conscionable, than in putting on the mere form of Farewell. civil and humane seeming, for the better compass- Rod. Adieu.

[Erit. ing of his salt and most hidden loose affection ? Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it; why, none; why, none: a subtle slippery knave; That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit : a finder out of occasions; that has an eye can The Moor-howbeit that I endure him not, stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true ad- Is of a constant, loving, noble nature; vantage never present itself: a devilish knave! And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona besides, the knave is handsome, young, and hath A most dear husband, Now, I do love her too; all those requisites in him, that folly and green Not out of absolute lust, (though, peradventure, minds look after; a pestilent complete knave, and I stand accountant for as great a sin.) the woman hath found him already.

But partly led to diet my revenge, Rod. I cannot believe that in her: she is full of For that I do suspect the lustful Moor a most blessed condition.

Hath leap'd into my seat; the thought whereof Iago. Blessed fig's end! the wine she drinks is Doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards, made of grapes: if she had been blessed, she would And nothing can, or shall, content my soul, never have loved the Moor: bless'd pudding! Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife; Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor his hand ? didst not mark that ?

At least into a jealousy so strong, Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy: That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,–

Iago. Lechery, by this hand ; an index, and If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trace obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul For his quick hunting, stand the putting onthoughts. They met so near with their lips, I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip; that their breaths embraced together. Villainous Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb, — thoughts, Roderigo! when these mutualities so For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too ;marshal the way, hard at hand comes the master Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me, and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion. For making him egregiously an ass, Pish !-But, sir, be you ruled by me: I have And practising upon his peace and quiet, brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confus'd: for the command, I'll lay't upon you : Cassio | Knavery's plain face is never seen, till us’d. (Erit. SCENE II.A Street.

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to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what

sport and revels his addiction leads him; for, beEnter OTHELLO's Herald, with a Proclamation ; sides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of People following:

his nuptials. So much was his pleasure should

be proclaimed. All offices are open; and there is Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and full liberty of feasting, from this present hour of valiant general, that upon certain tidings now ar- five, till the bell hath told eleven. Heaven bless rived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish the isle of Cyprus, and our noble general, Othello! fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some

(Exeunt.

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SCENE III.-A Hall in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, Cassio, and

Attendants.
Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard to-

night:
Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop,
Not to out-sport discretion.

Cas. Iago hath direction what to do ;
But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye
Will I look to't.
Oth.

Iago is most honest.
Michael, good night: to-morrow with your earliest,
Let me have speech with you.—Come, my dear

love : The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue ;

[To DESDEMONA. That profit's yet to come 'twixt me and you.Good night.

(E.reunt Oth., Des., and Attend.

Enter Iago. Cas. Welcome, lago: we must to the watch.

lago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o'clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona, whom let us not therefore blame: he hath not yet made wanton the night with her, and she is sport for Jove.

Cas. She's a most exquisite lady.
lago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game.

Cas. Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate creature.

lago. What an eye she has ! methinks it sounds a parley of provocation.

Cas. An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.

Iago. And, when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?

Cas. She is, indeed, perfection.

Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a stoop of wine; and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants, that would fain have a measure to the health of the black Othello.

Cas. Not to-night, good Iago. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

Iago. O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for you.

Cas. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualified too, and behold, what innovation it makes here. I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any

Iago. What, man! 'tis a night of revels: the gallants desire it.

Cas. Where are they?
Iago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in.
Cas. I'll do't, but it dislikes me.

(Exit Cassio.
Iago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
With that which he hath drunk to-night already,
He'll be as full of quarrel and offence
As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool,

Roderigo, Whom love has turn'd almost the wrong side out

ward, To Desdemona hath to-night carous'd Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch. Three lads of Cyprus,-noble, swelling spirits, That hold their honours in a wary distance, The very elements of this warlike isle, Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups, And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of

drunkards, Am I to put our Cassio in some action That may offend the isle.—But here they come.

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