again, I hate the Moor. My caufe is hearted; thine hath no lefs reafon. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him. If thou canft cuckold him, thou doft thyself a pleasure, and me a fport. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverfe, go, provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu. Rod. Where fhall we meet i' th' morning? lago. At my lodging. Rod. I'll be with thee betimes. Iago. Go to, farewel. Rod. What fay you? Do you hear, Rodorigo? Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear. lago. G O to, farewel, put money enough in your purfe Thus do I ever make my fool my purfe; For I mine own gain'd knowledge fhould profane, To get his place, and to plume up my Will, That thinks men honest that but feem to be fo; And And will as tenderly be led by th' nose, Muft bring this monsterous birth to the worlds light. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. The Capital of CYPRUS. Enter Montano Governor of Cyprus, and Gentlemen. ΜΟΝΤΑΝ Ο. WHAT from the cape can you discern at fea? 1 Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought flood; I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main Mont. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land; A fuller blaft ne'er fhook our battlements; If it hath ruffian'd fo upon the fea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortife? what fhall we hear of this? 2 Gent. A fegregation of the Turkish fleet; For do but ftand upon the foaming fhore, Seems to caft water on the burning Bear, On the enchafed flood. Mont. If that the Turkish fleet Be not infhelter'd and embay'd, they're drown'd; It is impoffible to bear it out. SCENE II. SCENE Enter a third Gentleman. 3 Gent. NEWS, lords, our wars are done: The defperate tempest hath fo bang'd That their defignment halts. A noble fhip of Venice Mont. How! is this true? 3 Gent. The fhip is here put in, A Veroneffa; Michael Caffio, Lieutenant of the warlike Moor Othello, Is come on fhore; the Moor himself's at sea, Mont. I'm glad on't; 'tis a worthy Governor. comfort, Touching the Turkish lofs, yet he looks fadly, Mont. Pray heav'ns he be: For I have ferv'd him, and the man commands Like a full foldier. Let's to the fea-fide, As well to fee the veffel that's come in, As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello, Gent. Come, let's do fo; Caf. T That fo approve the Moor: oh, let the heav'ns HANKS to the valiant of this warlike ifle, Give him defence against the elements, Caf. His bark is ftoutly timber'd, and his pilot Within] A fail, a fail, a fail! Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o' th' fea Stand ranks of people, and they cry, a fail. Caf. My hopes do fhape him for the Governor. Gent. They do difcharge their fhot of courtesy : Our friends, at least. Caf. I pray you, Sir, go forth, And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd. [Exit. Mont. But, good lieutenant, is your General wiv'd? That paragons defcription and wild fame : Do's bear all excellency SCENE IV. Enter Gentleman. How now? who has put in? Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Ancient to the General. Caf. H'as had moft favourable and happy speed; Tempefts themselves, high feas, and howling winds; The gutter'd rocks, and congregated fands, (Traitors enfteep'd to clog the guiltlefs keel ;) As having fenfe of beauty, do omit Their mortal natures, letting safe go by The divine Defdemona. Mont. What is fhe? Caf. She that I fpake of, our great Captain's Captain, Left Left in the conduct of the bold Iago; Enter Desdemona, Iago, Rodorigo, and Æmilia. O behold! The riches of the ship is come on shore : You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees. Def. I thank you, valiant Caffio, What tidings can you tell me of my lord? Gent. They give this greeting to the Citadel: Caf. See for the news: Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome miftrefs, Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, [To Emilia. That I extend my manners. 'Tis my breeding, Iago. Sir, would fhe give you so much of her lips, As of her tongue fhe oft beftows on me, You'd have enough. Def. Alas! he has no fpeech. |