Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODErigo, and Attendants. The riches of the ship is come on shore! 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: But, hark! a sail. [Cry within, A sail, a sail! Then Guns heard. 2 Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel; This likewise is a friend. Cas. See for the news. [Exit Gentleman. [To EMILIA. Good ancient, you are welcome;-Welcome, mis tress: Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, [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. Iago. In faith, too much; I find it still, when I have list to sleep: 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 your beds. Des. O, fye 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? Iago. 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 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. 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? 6 Saints in your injuries, &c.] When you have a mind to do injuries, you put on an air of sanctity. critical.] That is, censorious. 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 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?s Iago. She that was ever fair, and never proud; To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail; 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 you, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor?1 8 one, that, in the authority of her merit, did justly put on the couch of very malice itself?] The sense is this, one that was so conscious of her own merit, and of the authority her character had with every one, that she durst venture to call upon malice itself to vouch for her. 9 brutal. 1 profane-] Gross of language, of expression broad and liberal counsellor?] Liberal for licentious. Cas. He speaks home, madam; you may relish him more in the soldier, than in the scholar. 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.3 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![Trumpet.] The Moor, I know his trumpet. Cas. 'Tis truly so. Des. Let's meet him, and receive him. Cas. Lo, where he comes! Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants. Oth. O my fair warrior! Des. My dear Othello? Oth. It gives me wonder great as my content, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die, I will gyve-] i. e. catch, shackle. to play the sir in.] That is, to show your good breeding and gallantry. well kissed! an excellent courtesy !] Spoken when Cassio kisses his hand, and Desdemona courtsies. 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, That e'er our hearts shall make! [Kissing her. O, you are well tun'd now! Iago. But I'll set down the pegs that make this musick, As honest as I am. Oth. News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd. How do our old acquaintance of this isle? In mine own comforts.-I pr'ythee, good Iago, Bring thou the master to the citadel; He is a good one, and his worthiness. Does challenge much respect.-Come, Desdemona, Once more well met at Cyprus. [Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants. lago. 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 well desir'd in Cyprus,] i. e. much solicited by invitation. I prattle out of fashion,] Out of method, without any settled order of discourse. |