I never did like molestation view Mont. If that the Turkish fleet Be not inshelter'd, and embay`d, they are drown'd; 3 Enter a third Gentleman. Gent. News, lords! our wars are done : 20 That their designment halts: A noble ship of Venice Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance On most part of their fleet. Mont. How is this true? 3 Gent. The ship is here put in, A Veronese: Michael Cassio, Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello, 30 Is come on shore; the Moor himself's at sea, And is in full commission here for Cyprus. Mont. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor. 3 Gent. But this same Cassio,-though he speak of comfort, Touching the Turkish loss,-yet he looks sadly, And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted With foul and violent tempest. Mont. Pray heaven he be; For I have serv'd him, and the man commands As well to see the vessel that's come in, 40 As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello; Even 'till we make the main, and the aerial blue, An indistinct regard. Gent. Come, let's do so; For every minute is expectancy Enter CASSIO. Cas. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike 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! Mont. Is he well shipp'd? Cas. 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 sail, a sail! Cas. What noise? Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o'the sea Stand ranks of people, and they cry—a sail. 50 Cas. My hopes do shape him for the governor. 60 Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy ; Our friends, at least. Cas. I pray you, sir, go forth, And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd. Gent. I shall. [Guns heard. [Exit. Mont. 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, 70 Does bear all excellency.-How now? who has put in? Re-enter Gentleman. 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. Mont. What is she? Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's cap tain, Left in the conduct of the bold Iago; Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts A se'nnight's speed. Great Jove, Othello guard, Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, RODERIGO, and ÆMILIA. The riches of the ship is come on shore!— 90 Before, Before, behind thee, and on every hand, 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 Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies 100 Parted our fellowship: But, hark! a sail. [Within.] A sail, a sail! [Guns heard. Gent. They give this greeting to the citadel; This likewise is a friend. Cas. See for the news.- [An Attendant goes out. Good ancient, you are welcome;-Welcome, mistress. [To ÆMILIA. Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, [Kisses her, lago. 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 faith, too much; I find it still, when I have list to sleep : Emil. You have little cause to say so, Dij 111 lago. Iago. Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors, Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens, 120 Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds. Des. O, fie upon thee, slanderer! lago. Nay, it is true, or else I am 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 wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst praise me? Iago. O gentle lady, do not put me to't; For I am nothing, if not critical. 130 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? lago. I am about it; but, indeed, my invention Comes from my pate, as bird-lime 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, 140 Des. Well prais'd! How if she be black and witty ? lago. |