732But for my Sport, and Profit: I hate the Moore,

733And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets

734She ha's done my Office. I know not if't be true,

735But I, for meere suspition in that kinde,

736Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well,

737The better shall my purpose worke on him:

738Cassio's a proper man: Let me see now,

739To get his Place, and to plume vp my will

740In double Knauery. How? How? Let's see.

741After some time, to abuse Othello's eares,

742That he is too familiar with his wife:

743He hath a person, and a smooth dispose

744To be suspected: fram'd to make women false.

745The Moore is of a free, and open Nature,

746That thinkes men honest, that but seeme to be so,

747And will as tenderly be lead by'th'Nose

748As Asses are:

749I haue't: it is engendred: Hell, and Night,

750Must bring this monstrous Birth, to the worlds light.

753Mon. What from the Cape, can you discerne at Sea?

7541. Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood:

755I cannot 'twixt the Heauen, and the Maine,

756Descry a Saile.

757Mon. Me thinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at Land,

758A fuller blast ne're shooke our Battlements:

759If it hath ruffiand so vpon the Sea,

760What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them,

761Can hold the Morties. What shall we heare of this?

7622 A Segregation of the Turkish Fleet:

763For do but stand vpon the Foaming Shore,

764The chidden Billow seemes to pelt the Clowds,

765The winde-shak'd-Surge, with high & monstrous Maine

766Seemes to cast water on the burning Beare,

767And quench the Guards of th'euer-fixed Pole:

768I neuer did like mollestation view

769On the enchafed Flood.

770Men. If that the Turkish Fleete

771Be not enshelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd,

772It is impossible to beare it out.

7743 Newes Laddes: our warres are done:

775The desperate Tempest hath so bang'd the Turkes,

776That their designement halts. A Noble ship of Venice,

777Hath seene a greeuous wracke and sufferance

778On most part of their Fleet.

779Mon. How? Is this true ?

7803 The Ship is heere put in : A Verennessa, Michael Cassio

781Lieutenant to the warlike Moore, Othello,

782Is come on Shore: the Moore himselfe at Sea,

783And is in full Commission heere for Cyprus.

784Mon. I am glad on't:

785'Tis a worthy Gouernour.

7863 But this same Cassio, though he speake of comfort,

787Touching the Turkish losse, yet he lookes sadly,

788And praye the Moore be safe; for they were parted

789With fowle and violent Tempest.

790Mon. Pray Heauens he be:

791For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands

792Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Sea-side (hoa)

793As well to see the Vessell that's come in,

794As to throw-out our eyes for braue Othello,

795Euen till we make the Maine, and th'Eriall blew,

796An indistinct regard.

797Gent. Come, let's do so;

798For euery Minute is expectancie

799Of more Arriuancie.

801Cassi. Thankes you, the valiant of the warlike Isle,

802That so approoue the Moore: Oh let the Heauens

803Giue him defence against the Elements,

804For I haue lost him on a dangerous Sea.

805Mon. Is he well ship'd?

806Cassio. His Barke is stoutly Timber'd, and his Pylot

807Of verie expert, and approu'd Allowance;

808Therefore my hope's (not surfetted to death)

809Stand in bold Cure.

810Within. A Saile, a Saile, a Saile.

811Cassio. What noise?

812Gent. The Towne is empty; on the brow o'th'Sea

813Stand rankes of People, and they cry, a Saile.

814Cassio. My hopes do shape him for the Gouernor.

815Gent. They do discharge their Shot of Courtesie,

816Our Friends, at least.

817Cassio. I pray you Sir, go forth,

818And giue vs truth who 'tis that is arriu'd.

819Gent. I shall. Exit.

820Mon. But good Lieutenant, is your Generall wiu'd?

821Cassio. Most fortunately: he hath atchieu'd a Maid

822That paragons description, and wilde Fame:

823One that excels the quirkes of Blazoning pens,

824And in th'essentiall Vesture of Creation,

825Do's tyre the Ingeniuer.

827How now? Who ha's put in?

828Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Auncient to the Generall.

829Cassio. Ha's had most fauourable, and happie speed:

830Tempests themselues, high Seas, and howling windes,

831The gutter'd-Rockes, and Congregated Sands,

832Traitors ensteep'd, to enclogge the guiltlesse Keele,

833As hauing sence of Beautie, do omit

834Their mortall Natures, letting go safely by

835The Diuine Desdemona.

836Mon. What is she?

837Cassio. She that I spake of:

838Our great Captains Captaine,

839Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,

840Whose footing heere anticipates our thoughts,

841A Senights speed. Great Ioue, Othello guard,

842And swell his Saile with thine owne powrefull breath,

843That he may blesse this Bay with his tall Ship,

844Make loues quicke pants in Desdemonaes Armes,

845Giue renew'd fire to our extincted Spirits.

847Oh behold,

848The Riches of the Ship is come on shore:

849You men of Cyprus, let her haue your knees.

850Haile to thee Ladie: and the grace of Heauen,

851Before, behinde thee, and on euery hand

852Enwheele thee round.

853Des. I thanke you, Valiant Cassio,

854What tydings can you tell of my Lord?