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way than drowning. Make all the money thou canst. If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring Barbarian and a super-subtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of drowning thyfelf! it is clean out of the way. Seek thou rather to be hang’d in compassing thy joy, than to be drown'd and go without her.
Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue ? lago. Thou art sure of me.
-Go, make money: I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor. My cause is hearted; thine hath no lefs reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him. If thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverse, go, provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu.
Rod. Where shall we meet i'th' morning? lago. At my lodgings. Rod. l'll be with thee betimes. lago. Go to, farewel. Do you hear, Rodorigo ? Rod. What say you? lago. No more of drowning, do you hear. Rod. I am chang'd; I'll go sell all my land. [Exito
A double knavery --How ? how i- let's see-
Enter Montano Governor of Cyprus, and Gentlemen.
i Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high-wrought I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main [flood;
Descry a fail.
Mont. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land; A fuller blaft ne'er shook our battlements; If it hath ruffian'd so
the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, (20) Can hold the mortise! what shall we hear of this?
(20) Wbat ribs of oak, wben the huge mountains melt,
Can bold i be mortise ? ] This is an arbitrary change of Mr. Pope's, without any authority or reason, but the smoothing the vero fification. But, I am afraid, this great critick was dreaming of mountains at lund; and these, he thought, could not well melt on ribs of oak (i. e. Tips) at sea. But our Poet happens to mean, waves as big as mountains ; and these are often known to melt on ships : nor is any metaphor more common in poetry. So, again, afterwards, io this very play ;
2 Gent. A fegregation of the Turkish fleet;
Mont. If that the Turkish fleet
Enier a third G ntleman.
And let the lab'ring bark climb bills of seas
-and anon behold
Troil, and Cres.
Locrine, And, ro, Beaumont and Fletcher in their Elder Brober;
The merchant, when he ploughs the angry sea up,
And sees the mountain billows falling on him :
Πορφύριον δ' άρα κύμα περις άθη έρεί ίσον,
Hom. Odyl. n. 242 κύμαλά τε τροφόενία, πελώρια, ίσα όρεσσιν.
Ody]. g. 290. -ήλιβάλoισι δ' έoικία, κυμαί’ όρεσσιν "Αλλοθεν άλλα φέρούλο: •
Qu. Calaber. 1. xiv. Curvata in montis faciem circumfetit unda. Virg. Geor. iv,
-infequitur cumulo præruptus aquæ mons. Idem. Æn, I. Cum Mare furrexit, cumulufque immanis aquarum In montis speciem curvari, & crescere visus.
Ovid, Metam. 1. xv, Me miferum, quanti montes volvuntur aquarum! IJ.Trift.1.1.El.2. (21) -Another ship of Venice
Harb feen a grievous wreck, &c.) But no ship, before this, hag arriv’d, or brought any account of the Turkish fleet's diflress : how then can this be call’d anotber thip? Oh, but the eldest quarto has
Hath seen a grievous wreck and fufferance
Mont. How! is this true ?
3 Gent. The ship is here put in, (22)
Mont. I'm glad on't ; 'tis a worthy Governor.
Mont. Pray heav'ns, he be:
Gent. Come, let's do so;
call'd it ro; and, if there be a various reading, Mr. Pope is pretty good at taking the wrong one. The two elder folios and the quarte in 1630 read, as I have restor'd to the text;
A noble fhip of Venice. (22) -The ship is bere put in;
A Veroneflo, Michael Caffio, &c.) But Michael Casio was no Veronese ; we find, from other passages in the play, he was of Rome. I read with the best copies, only altering the pointing ;
The ship is bere put in,
A Veronessa ; j.e. A vessel properly belonging to the fate of Verona, but in the service of Venice : aud Verona, I believes, does, by the Adige, send down ships to the Adriatick.
Give him defence against the elements,
Mont. Is he well-shipp'd ?
Caf. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot
Within.] A fail, a fail, a sail!
Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o'th' sea
Cal. My hopes do shape him for the Governor.
Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy :
Caf. I pray you, Sir, go forth,
Enter Gentleman. How now? who has put in?
G nt. 'Tis one la: 0, 'ncient to the General.
Col. H’as had most favourable and happy speed; Tempests themselves, high feas, and howling winds; The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands. (Traitors enfteep'd to clog the guiltleis keel ;) As having sense of beauty, do omit Their mortal natures, letting safe go by The divine Desdemona.
Mont. What is she?
Caf. She that I spake of, our great Captain's Captain, Left in the conduct of the bold lago ; Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts, A fe’nnight's speed Great Jove, Otheito guard ! And swell his fail with thine own powerful breath,