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751Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
752Enter Montano, and two Gentlemen.
7541. Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood:
755I cannot 'twixt the Heauen, and the Maine,
756Descry a Saile.
760What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them,
761Can hold the Morties. What shall we heare of this?
763For do but stand vpon the Foaming Shore,
764The chidden Billow seemes to pelt the Clowds,
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.
771Be not enshelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd,
772It is impossible to beare it out.
773Enter a Gentleman.
7743 Newes Laddes: our warres are done:
778On most part of their Fleet.
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.
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)
794As to throw-out our eyes for braue Othello,
795Euen till we make the Maine, and th'Eriall blew,
798For euery Minute is expectancie
799Of more Arriuancie.
800Enter Cassio.
802That so approoue the Moore: Oh let the Heauens
803Giue him defence against the Elements,
804For I haue lost him on a dangerous Sea.
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.
812Gent. The Towne is empty; on the brow o'th'Sea
813Stand rankes of People, and they cry, a Saile.
816Our Friends, at least.
817Cassio. I pray you Sir, go forth,
818And giue vs truth who 'tis that is arriu'd.
820Mon. But good Lieutenant, is your Generall wiu'd?
822That paragons description, and wilde Fame:
823One that excels the quirkes of Blazoning pens,
825Do's tyre the Ingeniuer.
826Enter Gentleman.
827How now? Who ha's put in?
828Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Auncient to the Generall.
831The gutter'd-Rockes, and Congregated Sands,
833As hauing sence of Beautie, do omit
834Their mortall Natures, letting go safely by
838Our great Captains Captaine,
839Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
840Whose footing heere anticipates our thoughts,
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,
846Enter Desdemona, Iago, Rodorigo, and AEmilia.
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.
854What tydings can you tell of my Lord?
Cassio.
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855Cas. He is not yet arriu'd, nor know I ought
856But that he's well, and will be shortly heere.
857Des. Oh, but I feare:
858How lost you company?
859Cassio. The great Contention of Sea, and Skies
860Parted our fellowship. But hearke, a Saile.
861Within. A Saile, a Saile.
862Gent. They giue this greeting to the Cittadell:
863This likewise is a Friend.
864Cassio. See for the Newes:
865Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Mistris:
866Let it not gaule your patience (good Iago)
867That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding,
871You would haue enough.
875Marry before your Ladyship, I grant,
876She puts het tongue a little in her heart,
877And chides with thinking.
880doore: Bells in your Parlours: Wilde-Cats in your Kit-
881chens: Saints in your Iniuries: Diuels being offended:
883Beds.
886You rise to play, and go to bed to worke.
888Iago. No, let me not.
890praise me?
891Iago. Oh, gentle Lady, do not put me too,t,
892For I am nothing, if not Criticall.
894There's one gone to the Harbour?
895Iago. I Madam.
896Des. I am not merry: but I do beguile
899Iago. I am about it, but indeed my inuention comes
900from my pate, as Birdlyme do's from Freeze, it pluckes
902is deliuer'd.
905Des. Well prais'd:
906How if she be Blacke and Witty?
912For euen her folly helpt her to an heire.
915for her that's Foule, and Foolish.
917But do's foule pranks, which faire, and wise-ones do.
920uing woman indeed? One, that in the authorithy of her
921merit, did iustly put on the vouch of very malice it
922selfe.
925Neuer lackt Gold, and yet went neuer gay,
927She that being angred, her reuenge being nie,
930To change the Cods-head for the Salmons taile:
932See Suitors following, and not looke behind:
934Des. To do what?
939berall Counsailor?
941him more in the Souldier, then in the Scholler.
943per. With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great
951lippes? Would they were Cluster-pipes for your
952sake.
953The Moore I know his Trumpet.
955Des. Let's meete him, and recieue him.
956Cassio. Loe, where he comes.
957Enter Othello, and Attendants.
958Oth. O, my faire Warriour.
960Othe. It giues me wonder great, as my content
961To see you heere before me.
962Oh my Soules Ioy:
964May the windes blow, till they haue waken'd death:
965And let the labouring Barke climbe hills of Seas
966Olympus high: and duck againe as low,
967As hell's from Heauen. If it were now to dye,
968'Twere now to be most happy. For I feare,
970That not another comfort like to this,
971Succeedes in vnknowne Fate.
972Des. The Heauens forbid
973But that our Loues
975Euen as our dayes do grow.
977I cannot speake enough of this content,
978It stoppes me heere: it is too much of ioy.
980That ere our hearts shall make.
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318 The Tragedie of Othello
984Newes (Friends) our Warres are done:
985The Turkes are drown'd.
986How do's my old Acquaintance of this Isle?
988I haue found great loue among'st them. Oh my Sweet,
989I prattle out of fashion, and I doate
990In mine owne comforts. I prythee, good Iago,
992Bring thou the Master to the Cittadell,
993He is a good one, and his worthynesse
995Once more well met at Cyprus.
996 Exit Othello and Desdemona.
999being in Loue, haue then a Nobilitie in their Natures,
1000more then is natiue to them) list-me; the Lieutenant to
1006the Moore, but for bragging, and telling her fantasticall
1008heart thinke it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight
1013and Beauties: all which the Moore is defectiue in. Now
1014for want of these requir'd Conueniences, her delicate
1020this Forune, as Cassio do's: a knaue very voluble: no
1021further conscionable, then in putting on the meere forme
1029mindes looke after. A pestilent compleat knaue, and the
1030woman hath found him already.
1032bless'd condition.
1037marke that?
1041They met so neere with their lippes, that their breathes
1042embrac'd together. Villanous thoughts Rodorigo, when
1046brought you from Venice. Watch you to night: for
1047the Command, Ile lay't vpon you. Cassio knowes you
1052nister.
1053Rod. Well.
1055happely may strike at you, prouoke him that he may: for
1060shall then haue to preferre them. And the impediment
1064tunity.
1065Iago. I warrant thee. Meete me by and by at the
1067well.
1070That she loues him, 'tis apt, and of great Credite.
1071The Moore (how beit that I endure him not)
1072Is of a constant, louing, Noble Nature,
1073And I dare thinke, he'le proue to Desdemona
1074A most deere husband. Now I do loue her too,
1077But partely led to dyet my Reuenge,
1079Hath leap'd into my Seate. The thought whereof,
1080Doth (like a poysonous Minerall) gnaw my Inwardes:
1081And nothing can, or shall content my Soule
1082Till I am eeuen'd with him, wife, for wift.
1083Or fayling so, yet that I put the Moore,
1085That iudgement cannot cure. Which thing to do,
1086If this poore Trash of Venice, whom I trace
1087For his quicke hunting, stand the putting on,
1088Ile haue our Michael Cassio on the hip,
1089Abuse him to the Moore, in the right garbe
1090(For I feare Cassio with my Night-Cape too)
1091Make the Moore thanke me, loue me, and reward me,
1094Euen to madnesse. 'Tis heere: but yet confus'd,