I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main Descry a sail. Mon. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land; A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements: If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, And quench the guards of th' ever-fixèd pole : On the enchafed flood. Mon. If that the Turkish fleet Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they're drown'd; Enter a third Gentleman. Third Gent. News, lads! our wars are done. On most part of their fleet. Mon. How! is this true? A Veronesa; Michael Cassio, The ship is here put in, Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello, Is come on shore: the Moor himself at sea,(26) And is in full commission here for Cyprus. Mon. I'm glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor. Third 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 heavens he be; For I have serv'd him, and the man commands Like a full soldier. Let's to the seaside, ho! As well to see the vessel that's come in As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello, Even till we make the main and th' aerial blue Third Gent. Come, let's do so; Cas. Thanks you, the valiant of this warlike isle,(28) 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 a fourth Gentleman. Cas. What noise? Fourth 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 governor. [Guns within. Sec. Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy: Our friends at least. Cas. I pray you, sir, go forth, And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd. Sec. Gent. I shall. Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv'd? That paragons description and wild fame; One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, And in th' essential vesture of creation Does tire the ingener. (29) Re-enter second Gentleman. How now! who has put in? [Exit. Sec. Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general. Their mortal natures, letting go safely by The divine Desdemona. 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 A se'nnight's speed.—Great Jove,(31) Othello guard, 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.— Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven, Des. Cas. He is not yet arriv'd: nor know I aught Des. O, but I fear-How lost you company? [Guns within. Sec. Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel: This likewise is a friend. Cas. See for the news. [Exit Gentleman. Good ancient, you are welcome:-[To Emilia] welcome, mis That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding That gives me this bold show of courtesy. [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; I find it still, when I have list to sleep: Emil. You have little cause to say so. Tago. Come on, come on; you're pictures 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. 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 shall not write my praise. Iago. No, let me not. Des. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst 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? Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile Come, how wouldst 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 my Muse labours, And thus she is deliver'd. 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'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 alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her that's foul and foolish? Iago. There's none so foul, and foolish thereunto, But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do. Des. O heavy ignorance!—thou praisest the worst best. But what praise couldst 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; To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail; 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 say you, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor ?(32) Cas. 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 said, whisper with as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship. You say true; 'tis so, indeed: if such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent courtesy! 'tis so, indeed. again your fingers to your lips? would they were clyster Yet |