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I never did like molestation view
Mont. If that the Turkish fleet
Enter a third Gentleman.
3 Gent. News, Lords, our wars are done: The defperate tempeft hath so bang'd the Turks, That their designment halts. A noble ship of Venice (14) Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance On most part of the Aeet.
Mont. How! is this true?
3 Gent. The ship is here put in,
Mont. I'm glad on't; 'tis a worthy Governor...
, though he speak of comfort,
Mont. Pray heav'ns, he be:
(14) Another Ship of Venice
Hath seen a grievous wreck, &c.) But no Ship, before this, has arrived, or brought any Account of the Turkish Fleet's Diftress: How then can this be called another Ship? Oh, but the eldest Quarto has called it so; and, if there be 'a various Reading, Mr. Pope is pretty good at taking the wrong one. The two elder Folio's and the Quarto in 1630 read, as I have restored to the Text;
A noble Sbit of Venice,
Ev'n till we make the main and th' aerial blue
Gent. Come, let's do so;
Mont. Is he well-thipp'd ?
Caf. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot
Within.] A fail, a fail, a fail!
Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o'th' sea
Caf. My hopes do shape him for the Governor.
Gent. They do difcharge their thot of courtesy :
Caf. I pray you, Sir, go forth,
Enter Gentleman. How now? who has
in ? Gent. 'Tis one lago, Ancient to the General.
Caf. H'as had most favourable and happy fpeed; Tempefts themselves, high seas, and howling winds ; The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands. (Traitors enfteep'd to clog the guitless keed ;) As having fenfe of beauty, do omit
Their mortal natures, letting safe go by
Mont. What is she?
Caf. She that I'fpake of, our great Captain's Captain,
Enter Desdemona, Iago, Rodorigo, and Æmilia.
hand Enwheel thee round.
Des. I thank you, valiant Cafio,
Def. O, but I fear--how loft you company?
Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship. But, hark, a fail!
Within.) A fail, a fail!
Gent. They give this greeting to the citadel:
Caf. See for the news:
Iago. In faith, too much;
Æmil. You have little cause to say so.
lago. Come on, come on; you're pičtures out of doors, Bells in your parlours, wild-cats in your kitchens, Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds!
Def. O, fy upon thee, slanderer!
lago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk; You rise to play, and go to bed to work.
Æmil. You shall not write my praise. lago. No, let me not. Des. What wouldft thou write of me, if thou shou’df
praise me? Iago. Oh gentle lady, do not put me to't, For I am nothing, if not critical. Des. Come, one assay. There's one gone to the
harbour lago. Ay, Madam, Def. I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwile; Come, how wouldft 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 the is delivered
If he be fair and wise, fairness and wit,"
She'll find a white that fall her blackness fit.
Iago. She never yet was foolish, that was fair;
For ev’n her folly helpt her to an heir. Def. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fools laugh i'th'alehouse. What miserable praife haft thou for her that's foul and foolish ? lago. There's none fo foul and foolish thereunto,
But does foul pranks, which fair and wife ones do. Def. Oh heavy ignorance! thou praisest the worst beft. But what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserving woman indeed! (14) one, that in the authority of her merit, did juftly put down the vouch of very malice itself? Iago. She that was ever fair, and never proud,
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud's
that when angerd, ber revenge being nigh,
She was a wight, (if ever fuch wight were)
(14) One, that in the Authority of ber Merit, did jusly put on the Voxcb of very Malice itself:] Though all the printed Copies agree in this Reading, I cannot help suspecting it. If the Text should be genuine, I confess, it is above my Understanding. In what Sedle can Merit be said to put on the Vouch of Malice? I thould rather think, Merit was so fafe in itself, as to repel and put off all-that Malice and Envy could advance and affirm to its Prejudice. I have ventured to reform the Text to this Contruction, by a very night Change that makes it intelligible.