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And will as tenderly be led by the nose
As asses are.
I have 't; it is engender'd: Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the World's light.
SCENE I. A Seaport in Cyprus. An Open Place near the Quay.
Enter MONTANO and two Gentlemen.
MON. What from the cape can you discern at sea?
MON. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;
If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea,
What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this? SEC. GENT. A segregation of the Turkish fleet :
For, do but stand upon the foaming shore,
The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds;
The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous mane,
And quench the guards of the ever-fixed Pole:
I never did like molestation view
On the enchafed flood.
If that the Turkish fleet
Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd;
Enter a third Gentleman.
THIRD GENT. News, Lads! our wars are done.
The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks,
MON. How! is this true?
A Veronesa; Michael Cassio,
The ship is here put in,
Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello,
Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly,
Pray Heavens he be;
Come, let's do so;
Of more arrivance.
CAS. Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike Isle,
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;
Enter a fourth Gentleman.
CAS. What noise?
FOURTH GENT. The Town is empty; on the brow o' the
Stand ranks of people, and they cry A sail!
1 the idea is that hope feeds on hope till it dies of surfeit.
CAS. My hopes do shape him for the Governor.
[Guns heard. SEC. GENT. They do discharge their shot of courtesy: Our friends at least.
MON. But, good Lieutenant, is your General wiv'd?
That paragons description and wild fame;
Re-enter second Gentleman.
How now! who has put in?
(Traitors ensteep'd' to clog the guiltless keel)
Their mortal natures, letting go safely by
The divine Desdemona.
What is she?
CAS. She that I spake of, our great Captain's captain,
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO,
The riches of the ship is come on shore!
1 submerged in the water.
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
I thank you, valiant Cassio.
[Within: A sail, a sail! Guns heard.
See for the news.
[Exit Gentleman. Good Ancient, you are welcome; [to EMILIA.] welcome, Mistress.
Let it not gall your patience, good Iago,
That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding
That gives me this bold show of courtesy. [kissing her.
Alas, she has no speech.
DES. O, fie upon thee, Slanderer!
IAGO. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk :
You rise to play, and go to bed to work.
EMIL. You have little cause to say so.
IAGO. Come on, come on; you are pictures out of
Bells in your parlours, wild-cats in your kitchens,
No, let me not.
DES. What would'st thou write of me, if thou should'st ACT II 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.
Come, how would'st thou praise me?
IAGO. I am about it; but, indeed, my invention
It plucks out brains and all: but my Muse labours,
If she be fair and wise-fairness and wit,
DES. Well prais'd! How if she be black and witty?
She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.
DES. Worse and worse.
EMIL. How if fair and foolish?
IAGO. She never yet was foolish that was fair;
For even her folly help'd her to an heir.
DES. These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh
i' the ale-house. What miserable praise hast thou for
her that's foul and foolish?
To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail;
1 i.e. call for the testimony.
IAGO. There's none so foul, and foolish thereunto,
But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud;