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Destruction on my head, if my bad blame
My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty:
I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband;
And so much duty as my mother show'd
Bra. Heaven be with you!-I have done :-
I here do give thee that with all my heart,
Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cy prus :-Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you: you must therefore be content to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition.
Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Be't at her father's.
Oth. Nor I.
Duke. What would you, Desdemona ?
If you please,
I'll not have it so.
Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him,
Even to the very quality of my
By his dear absence: Let me go with him.
Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay, or going: the affair cries-haste, And speed must answer it; you must hence to-night. Des. To-night, my lord?
With all my heart.
A man he is of honesty, and trust:
With what else needful your good grace shall think
Please your grace, my ancient;
Let it be so.
Good night to every one.-And, noble signior,
Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
Bra. Look to her, Moor: have a quick eye to see; She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.
Oth. My life upon her faith.—Honest Iago,
[Exeunt DUKE, Senators, Officers, &c.
[Exeunt OTHELLO, and DESDEMONA
SCENE I-A Sea-port Town in Cyprus.
Desdemona, escorted by Iago, has proceeded to Cyprus, where she is anxiously await ing the arrival of Othello from his victorious expedition against the Ottomites. Cassio, the Moor's lieutenant, has just landed at Cyprus.
Enter CASSIO, and MONTANO.
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!
Mon. Is he well shipp'd?
Cas. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot
A sail, a sail, a sail!
Enter a Gentleman.
Cas. What noise?
Cas. My hopes do shape him for the
Gent. I shall.
Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv'd?
Does bear all excellency.-How now? who has put in ?
Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.
Cas. He has made most favorable and happy speed:
What is she?
Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's captain, Left in the conduct of the bold Iago;
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Attendants.
The riches of the ship is come on shore !
Cas. He is not yet arriv'd; nor know I aught
Des. O, but I fear;-How lost you company?
Good ancient, you are welcome ;-Welcome, mistress: [To EMILIA.
That gives me this bold show of courtesy.
Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips,
Alas, she has no speech.
Iago. In faith, too much;
Emil. You have little cause to say so.
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 harbor?
Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile
Iago. I am about it; but, indeed, my invention Comes from my pate, as birdlime does from frize, It plucks out brains and all.
She that was ever fair, and never proud,
Iago. To nurse young 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 ?
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 him, 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 lieutenancy, 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 ?-[Trumpet.] The Moor, I know his trumpet.
Cas. 'Tis truly so.
Des. Let's meet him, and receive him.
Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants.
Oth. O my fair warrior!
My dear Othello!
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
"Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
The heavens forbid, But that our loves and comforts should increase, Even as our days do grow!
I cannot speak enough of this content,
Amen to that, sweet powers!—
Come's, let's to the castle.
News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd.
I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,
In mine own comforts.-I pr'ythee, good Iago,
He is a good one, and his worthiness