Imatges de pÓgina

Give him defence against the elements!
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea.

Mont. Is he well shipp'd ?'

Caf. 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.

Witbin.] A fail, a fail, a fail!
Caf. What noise?

Gent. The town is empty ; on the brow o'ch' sea
Stand ranks of people, and they cry a fail.

Caf. My hopes do shape him for the governor.

Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesie:
Our friends at leaft.

Caf. I pray you, Sir, go forth,
And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd.
Gent. I shall.

[Exit. Mont. But, good lieutenant, is your General wivod?

Caf. Most fortunately, he hath archiev'd a maid
That paragons description and wild fame:
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
And in th' effential vesture of creation
Do's bear all excellency

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Enter Gentleman.
How now; who has put in?

Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Ancient to the General.

Caf. H'as had most favourable and happy speed ;
Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,
The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands,
(Traitors enfteep'd to clog the guiltlefs 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 Iago,
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts,
A se'nnight's speed. Great Jove, Othello guard,
And swell his fail with thine own powerful breach !
That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,
Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms,
Give renew'd fire to our extinguish'd spirits,
And bring all Cyprus comfort

Enter Desdemona, lago, Rodorigo, and Æmilia.
O behold!
The riches of the ship is come on shore:
You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees
Hail to thee, Lady! and the grace of heav'n
Before, behind thee, and on every hand
Enwheel thee round!

Des. I thank you, valiant Casio,
What tidings can you tell me of my

Lord ?
Caf. He is not yet arriv'd, nor know I ought
But that he's well, and will be shortly here.

Der. O but I fear how loft you company ?

Caf. The great contention of the sea and skies
Parted our fellowship. But hark, a sail !

Within.) A fail, a fail !
Gent. They give this greeting to the citadel:
This likewise is a friend.

Caf. See for the news :
Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome, mistress.

[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 ;
I find it still, when I have list to sleep ;
Marry before your Ladyship, I grant,
She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking.

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 ;
You rise to play, and go to bed to work.

Emil. You shall not write my praise.
Iago. No, let me not.

[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.
Def. Oh heavy ignorance! thou .praiseft the worft
best. But what praise couldlt thou bestow on a deserving
woman indeed? one, that in the authority of her merit,
did justly put on the vouch of very malice it self?
lago. Sbe that was ever fair, and never proud,

Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud;
Never lackt gold, and yet went never gay,
Fled from her wish, and yet said now I may;
She that when angerd, ber revenge being nigh,
Bad ber wrong stay, and her di pleasure fly;
Sbe that in wisdom never was so frail
To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail ;
She that could think, and ne'er disclose ker mind,
See suitors following, and not look behind;

She was a wight, (if ever such wight were) -
Def. To do what?
lago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.

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

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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.
Def. Let's meet him, and receive him.
Caf. Lo, where he comes!

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Enter Othello, and Attendants.
Oth, Oh my fair warrior!
Des. My dear Othello!

Oth. It gives me wonder, great as my content,
To see you here before me. My soul's joy!
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow 'till they have waken'd death :
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus high ; and duck again as low
As hell's from heav'n! If I were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear
My soul hath her content fo absolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

Def. The heav'ns forbid
But that our loves and comforts should increase,
Ev'n as our days do grow!

Oth. Amen to that, sweet powers !
I cannot speak enough of this content,
It stops me here: it is too much of joy.
And this and this the greatest discords be

(Kiling her. That e'er our hearts shall make! lago. 3 'You are well tun'd now;


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