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Give him defence against the elements!
Mont. Is he well shipp'd ?'
Caf. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot
Witbin.] A fail, a fail, a fail!
Gent. The town is empty ; on the brow o'ch' sea
Caf. My hopes do shape him for the governor.
Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesie:
Caf. I pray you, Sir, go forth,
[Exit. Mont. But, good lieutenant, is your General wivod?
Caf. Most fortunately, he hath archiev'd a maid
Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Ancient to the General.
Caf. H'as had most favourable and happy speed ;
Mont. What is she?
Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
S C E E N E
Des. I thank you, valiant Casio,
Der. O but I fear how loft you company ?
Caf. The great contention of the sea and skies
Within.) A fail, a fail !
Caf. See for the news :
[TO Æmilia. Let it not gall your patience, good lago, That I extend my manners : 'tis my breeding [Saluting ber. That gives me this bold shew of courtefie.
Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips, As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, You'd have enough.
Def. Alas! she has no speech.
I.ago. In faith, too much ;
Æmil. You have little cause to say so.
lago. Come on, come on; you're pictures out of doors, Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens, Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, Players in your housewifery, ' 'housewives' in your beds.
Def. Oh fie upon thee, Nanderer.
Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk ;
Emil. You shall not write my praise.
[praise me? Def. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst
Iago. Oh gentle Lady, do not put me to't, For I am nothing, if not critical.
[bourDef. Come, one assay. There's one gone to the harIago. Ay, Madam.
Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise ; Come, how wouldst thou praise me?
Iago. I am about it, but indeed my invention comes from my pate, as birdlime does from freeze, it plucks out brains and all. But my muse labours, and thus she is delivered.
If fbe be fare and wife, 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'll find a white, that fall her blackrefs fit. Def. Worse and worse. Æmil. How if fair and foolish? Vol. VI.
Iago. Į and housewives.
lago. She never get was foolish that was fair,
For even ber folly belpt ber to an heir. Des. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fool laugh i'th'alehouse. What nilerable praise haft thou fo: her that's foul and foolish? lago. There's none so foul and foolish thereunto,
But does foul pranks, which fair and wife ones do.
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud;
She was a wight, (if ever such wight were) -
Def. Oh most lame and impotent conclufion! do not learn of him, Æmilia, tho' he be thy husband. How say you, Cafio, is he not a most profane and 2 / illiberal censurer?
Caf. 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 faid whisper -— With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great a fly as Collio. Ay, smile upon her, do
2 liberal ... old. edit. Warb. emend.
I will gyve thee in thine own courtship. You fay true, 'cis so indeed - If such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenancy, it had been better you had not kiss'd your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the Sir in. Very good well kiss'd and excellent curtesie —- 'tis so indeed —Yet again your fingers to your lips : would they were clister-pipes for your fake!
[Trumpet. The Moor, I know his trumpet.
Caf. 'Tis truly so.
Enter Othello, and Attendants.
Oth. It gives me wonder, great as my content,
Def. The heav'ns forbid
Oth. Amen to that, sweet powers !
(Kiling her. That e'er our hearts shall make! lago. 3 'You are well tun'd now;
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