If that the Turkish fleet Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd;

It is impossible they bear it out.

Enter a third Gentleman.

Third Gent. News, lads! our wars are done. 20
The desperate tempest 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 their fleet.

Mon. How is this true?
Third Gent.

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 the essential vesture of creation
Does tire the ingener.

Re-enter Second Gentleman.

How now! who has put in Second 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 enclog the guiltless keel, a

The ship is here put in, As having sense of beauty, do omit
Their mortal natures, letting go safely by
The divine Desdemona.

A Veronesa; Michael Cassio,

Lieutenant to the war-like Moor Othello,
Is come on shore: the Moor himself at sea,
And is in full commission here for Cyprus.
Mon. I am glad on 't; 'tis a worthy governor.
Third Gent. But this same Cassio, though he
speak of comfort

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Cas. Thanks, you the valiant of this war-like
isle,

That so approve the Moor. O! let the heavens
Give him defence against the elements,
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea.
Mon. Is he well shipp'd?

Mon.

What is she?

Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's
captain,

Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
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 tall ship,
Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms,
Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits,
And bring all Cyprus comfort!

Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO,
and Attendants.

O! behold,
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

Cas. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his Parted our fellowship. But, hark! a sail. pilot

Of very expert and approv'd allowance;
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.

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Cry within. A sail!-a sail!

Guns heard. Second Gent. They give their greeting to the

Exit.

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.

Jago. Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,

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

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. lago. No, let me not. Des. What would'st thou write of me, if thou should'st praise me?

Iago. O gentle lady, do not put me to 't, For I am nothing if not critical.

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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 would'st 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.

Iago. Aside. He takes her by the palm; ay, well said, whisper; with as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship. You say true, 'tis so, indeed. If such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent courtesy! 'tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your sake! A trumpet heard.

The Moor! I know his trumpet.
Cas. 'Tis truly so.

Des. Let's meet him and receive him.
Cas. Lo! where he comes.

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Enter OTHELLO and Attendants.
Oth. O my fair warrior!
Des.
My dear Othello!
Oth. It gives me wonder great as my content
To see you here before me. O my soul's joy!
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus-high, and duck again as low
As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy, for I fear
My soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this

If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, 130 Succeeds in unknown fate.
The one's for use, the other useth it.

Des. Well prais'd! How if she be black and
witty?

lago. 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 there

unto

142 But does foul 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?

Iago. She that was ever fair and never proud,
Had tongue at will and yet was never loud, 150
Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay,
Fled from her wish and yet said Now I may,'
She that being 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 such wight were,-
Des. To do what?

160 Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say yon, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor ?

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

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Des.
The heavens forbid
But that our loves and comforts should increase
Even as our days do grow!

Oth.
Amen to that, sweet powers!
I cannot speak enough of this content;
It stops me here; it is too much of joy:
And this, and this, the greatest discords be

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Kissing her.

That e'er our hearts shall make!
lago. Aside.
O! you are well tun'd now,
But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,
As honest as I am.

Oth.
Come, let us to the castle.
News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks
are drown'd.

How does my old acquaintance of this isle?
Honey, you shall be well desir'd in Cyprus ;
I have found great love amongst them. O my
sweet,

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I prattle out of fashion, and I dote
In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago,
Go to the bay and disembark my coffers.
Bring thou the master to the citadel;
He is a good one, and his worthiness
Does challenge much respect. Come, Des-
demona,

Once more well met at Cyprus.

Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and
Attendants.

Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the
harbour. Come hither. If thou be'st valiant, as
they say base men being in love have then a
nobility in their natures more than is native to
them, list me. The lieutenant to-night watches
on the court of guard: first, I must tell thee
this; Desdemona is directly in love with him.
Rod. With him! why, 'tis not possible.
Iago. Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be
instructed. Mark me with what violence she

ashore. Farewell.
Rod. Adieu.

Erit. Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it ;

first loved the Moor but for bragging and tell- at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ing her fantastical lies; and will she love him still for prating? let not thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be fed; and what delight shall she have to look on the devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of sport, there should be, again to inflame it, and to give satiety a fresh appetite, loveliness in favour, sympathy in years, manners and beauties; all which the Moor is defective in. Now, for want of these required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will instruct her in it and compel her to some second choice. Now, sir, this granted, as it is a most pregnant and unforced position, who stands so eminent in the degree of this fortune as Cassio does? a knave very voluble, no further conscionable than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane seeming, for the better compassing of his salt and most hidden loose affection? why, none; why, none: a slipper and subtle knave, a finderout of occasions, that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never present itself; a devilish knave! Besides, the knave is handsome, young, and hath all those requisites in him that folly and green minds look after; a pestilent complete knave! and the woman hath found him already.

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Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she's full of most blessed condition.

Iago. Blessed fig's end! the wine she drinks is made of grapes; if she had been blessed she would never have loved the Moor; blessed pudding! Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst not mark that? Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.

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Lugo. Lechery, by this hand! an index and obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes the master and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion. Pish! But, sir, be you ruled by me: I have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; for the command, I'll lay 't upon you: Cassio knows you not. I'll not be far from you do you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what other course you please, which the time shall more favourably minister.

That she loves him, 'tis apt and of great credit:
The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature;
And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too:
Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure
I stand accountant for as great a sin,
But partly led to diet my revenge,
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leap'd into my seat; the thought wherecf
Doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards:
And nothing can or shall content my soul
Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife;
Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
At least into a jealousy so strong
That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash
For his quick hunting, stand the putting-on,
I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip;
Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb,
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too,
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward
me,

For making him egregiously an ass
And practising upon his peace and quiet
Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confus'd:
Knavery's plain face is never seen till us'd.

SCENE II-A Street.

Exit

Enter a Herald with a proclamation; People following.

Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addiction leads him; for, besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptial So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices are open, and there is full liberty of feasting from this present hour of five till the bell have told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus and our noble general, Othello!

Exeunt.

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. To DESDEMONA.
Come, my dear love,

The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue ;

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.

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Exit.
him,

Cas. I'll do 't; but it dislikes me.
lago. If I can fasten but one cup upon
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,
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 war-like isle,
Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups,
And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock
of drunkards,

Re-enter CASSIO, with him MONTANO and
Gentlemen.

Am I to put our Cassio in some action
That may offend the isle. But here they come.
If consequence do but approve my dream,
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.

And let me the canakin clink, clink;
And let me the canakin clink:
A soldier's a man;

A life's but a span;

Why then let a soldier drink.

Cas. 'Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.

Mon. Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am a soldier.

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Some wine, boys!

Cas. 'Fore God, an excellent song.

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they are most potent in potting your Dane, lago. I learned it in England, where indeed your German, and your swag-bellied Hollander, -drink, ho!-are nothing to your English.

Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?

lago. Why, he drinks you with facility your Dane dead drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain; he gives your Hollander a vomit ere the next pottle can be filled.

Cas. To the health of our general!

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Mon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.

lago. O sweet England!

King Stephen was a worthy peer,

His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held them sixpence all too dear,

With that he call'd the tailor lown.
He was a wight of high renown,

And thou art but of low degree:
'Tis pride that pulls the country down,
Then take thine auld cloak about thee.

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Some wine, ho!

Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.

Iago. Will you hear 't again?

Cas. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that does those things. Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved,

and there be souls must not be saved.

Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant.

Cas. Ay; but, by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's have no more of this; let's to our affairs. God forgive us our sins! Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk this is my ancient; this is my right hand, and this is my left hand. I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and speak well enough.

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All. Excellent well.

lago. It is true, good lieutenant.

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Cas. For mine own part, no offence to the general, nor any man of quality, I hope to be saved.