1 Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought flood; I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main, Mon. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at land: A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements: 5 What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Seems to cast water on the burning bear, On th' enchafed flood. Mon. If that the Turkish fleet Be not inshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd; It is impossible they bear it out. Enter a Third Gentleman. 3 Gent. News, lords! our wars are done; The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks, That their designment halts: A noble ship of Venice Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance On most part of their fleet. Mon. How is this true? 3 Gent. The ship is here put in, A Veronesé; Michael Cassio, Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello, 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. Mon. 'Pray heaven he be; For I have serv'd him, and the man commands Like a full soldier. Let's to the sea-side, ho! As well to see the vessel that's come in, As throw out our eyes for brave Othello; Even till we make the main, and the aerial blue, An indistinct regard. 3 Gent. Come, let's do so; For every minute is expectancy Of more arrivance. 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! Mon. 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 ! Enter another Gentleman. Cas. What noise? 4 Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o' the sea Stand ranks of people, and they cry. a sail. Cas. My hopes do shape him for the governour. 2 Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy: [Guns heard. Our friends, at least. 7 Allow'd and approv'd expertness. Cas. I pray you, sir, go forth, And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv❜d. 2 Gent. I shall. [Exit. Mon. 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 blazoníng pens, And in the essential vesture of creation, Does bear all excellency.-How now? who has put in? Re-enter Second Gentleman. 2 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 8 Their mortal natures, letting go safely by Mon. What is she? Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's captain, Left in the conduct of the bold Iago; Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts, Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Attendants. The riches of the ship is come on shore! Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees; 8 Deadly, destructive. Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven, Enwheel thee round! Des. What tidings can you I thank you, valiant Cassio. 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. Welcome, mis[To EMILIA. Good ancient, you are welcome; 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 : Marry, before your ladyship, I grant, She puts her tongue a little in her heart, 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, Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk. 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.Comes, 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 now my muse. 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 'Il find a white that shall her blackness fit. Des. Worse and worse. These are old fond parodoxes, to make fools laugh i' the alehouse. 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? Iago. She that was ever fair, and never proud; Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud; She that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, Bade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly: She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following, and not look behind; She was a wight, if ever such wight were, Des. To do what? 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 Cassio? is he not a most say you, - profane and liberal counsellor. 9 Foolish. |