Enter MONTANO and two GentlemenMONTANO
What from the cape can you discern at sea?First Gentleman
Nothing at all: it is a highwrought flood;MONTANO
I cannot, ′twixt the heaven and the main,
Descry a sail.
Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;Second Gentleman
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,
Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?
A segregation of the Turkish fleet:MONTANO
For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds;
The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous mane,
seems to cast water on the burning bear,
And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole:
I never did like molestation view
On the enchafed flood.
If that the Turkish fleetThird Gentleman
Be not enshelter′d and embay′d, they are drown′d:
It is impossible they bear it out.
Enter a third Gentleman
News, lads! our wars are done.MONTANO
The desperate tempest hath so bang′d the Turks,
That their designment halts: a noble ship of Venice
Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
On most part of their fleet.
How! is this true?Third Gentleman
The ship is here put in,MONTANO
A Veronesa; Michael Cassio,
Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello,
Is come on shore: the Moor himself at sea,
And is in full commission here for Cyprus.
I am glad on′t; ′tis a worthy governor.Third Gentleman
But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfortMONTANO
Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly,
And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted
With foul and violent tempest.
Pray heavens he be;Third Gentleman
For I have served 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 the aerial blue
An indistinct regard.
Come, let′s do so:CASSIO
For every minute is expectancy
Of more arrivance.
Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle,MONTANO
That so approve the Moor! O, let the heavens
Give him defence against the elements,
For I have lost us him on a dangerous sea.
Is he well shipp′d?CASSIO
His bark is stoutly timber′d, his pilot
Of very expert and approved allowance;
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.
A cry within ′A sail, a sail, a sail!′
Enter a fourth Gentleman
What noise?Fourth Gentleman
The town is empty; on the brow o′ the seaCASSIO
Stand ranks of people, and they cry ′A sail!′
My hopes do shape him for the governor.Second Gentlemen
They do discharge their shot of courtesy:CASSIO
Our friends at least.
I pray you, sir, go forth,Second Gentleman
And give us truth who ′tis that is arrived.
But, good lieutenant, is your general wived?CASSIO
Most fortunately: he hath achieved a maidSecond Gentleman
That paragons description and wild fame;
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
And in the essential vesture of creation
Does tire the ingener.
Re-enter second GentlemanHow now! who has put in?
′Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.CASSIO
Has had most favourable and happy speed:MONTANO
Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,
The gutter′d rocks and congregated sands—
Traitors ensteep′d to clog the guiltless keel,—
As having sense of beauty, do omit
Their mortal natures, letting go safely by
The divine Desdemona.
What is she?CASSIO
She that I spake of, our great captain′s captain,DESDEMONA
Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts
A se′nnight′s speed. Great Jove, Othello guard,
And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath,
That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,
Make love′s quick pants in Desdemona′s arms,
Give renew′d fire to our extincted spirits
And bring all Cyprus comfort!
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO, and AttendantsO, behold,
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,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!
I thank you, valiant Cassio.CASSIO
What tidings can you tell me of my lord?
He is not yet arrived: nor know I aughtDESDEMONA
But that he′s well and will be shortly here.
O, but I fear—How lost you company?CASSIO
The great contention of the sea and skiesSecond Gentleman
Parted our fellowship—But, hark! a sail.
Within ′A sail, a sail!′ Guns heard
They give their greeting to the citadel;CASSIO
This likewise is a friend.
See for the news.IAGO
Exit GentlemanGood ancient, you are welcome.
To EMILIAWelcome, 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.
Sir, would she give you so much of her lipsDESDEMONA
As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
You′ll have enough.
Alas, she has no speech.IAGO
In faith, too much;EMILIA
I find it still, when I have list to sleep:
Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,
She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking.
You have little cause to say so.IAGO
Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,DESDEMONA
Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens,
Saints m your injuries, devils being offended,
Players in your housewifery, and housewives′ in your beds.
O, fie upon thee, slanderer!IAGO
Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk:EMILIA
You rise to play and go to bed to work.
You shall not write my praise.IAGO
No, let me not.DESDEMONA
What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldstIAGO
O gentle lady, do not put me to′t;DESDEMONA
For I am nothing, if not critical.
Come on assay. There′s one gone to the harbour?IAGO
I am not merry; but I do beguileIAGO
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
Come, how wouldst thou praise me?
I am about it; but indeed my inventionDESDEMONA
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.
Well praised! How if she be black and witty?IAGO
If she be black, and thereto have a wit,DESDEMONA
She′ll find a white that shall her blackness fit.
Worse and worse.EMILIA
How if fair and foolish?IAGO
She never yet was foolish that was fair;DESDEMONA
For even her folly help′d her to an heir.
These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i′IAGO
the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for
her that′s foul and foolish?
There′s none so foul and foolish thereunto,DESDEMONA
But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.
O heavy ignorance! thou praisest the worst best.IAGO
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?
She that was ever fair and never proud,DESDEMONA
Had tongue at will and yet was never loud,
Never lack′d gold and yet went never gay,
Fled from her wish and yet said ′Now I may,′
She that being anger′d, her revenge being nigh,
Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly,
She that in wisdom never was so frail
To change the cod′s head for the salmon′s tail;
She that could think and ne′er disclose her mind,
See suitors following and not look behind,
She was a wight, if ever such wight were,—
To do what?IAGO
To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.DESDEMONA
O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learnCASSIO
of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say
you, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal
He speaks home, madam: You may relish him more inIAGO
the soldier than in the scholar.
[Aside] He takes her by the palm: ay, well said,CASSIO
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. Yet again your fingers
to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your sake!
Trumpet withinThe Moor! I know his trumpet.
′Tis truly so.DESDEMONA
Let′s meet him and receive him.CASSIO
Lo, where he comes!OTHELLO
Enter OTHELLO and Attendants
O my fair warrior!DESDEMONA
My dear Othello!OTHELLO
It gives me wonder great as my content
To see you here before me. O my soul′s joy!
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken′d death!
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus-high and duck again as low
As hell′s from heaven! If it were now to die,
′Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.
The heavens forbidOTHELLO
But that our loves and comforts should increase,
Even as our days do grow!
Amen to that, sweet powers!IAGO
I cannot speak enough of this content;
It stops me here; it is too much of joy:
And this, and this, the greatest discords be
Kissing herThat e′er our hearts shall make!
[Aside] O, you are well tuned now!OTHELLO
But I′ll set down the pegs that make this music,
As honest as I am.
Come, let us to the castle.IAGO
News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks
How does my old acquaintance of this isle?
Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus;
I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,
I prattle out of fashion, and I dote
In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago,
Go to the bay and disembark my coffers:
Bring thou the master to the citadel;
He is a good one, and his worthiness
Does challenge much respect. Come, Desdemona,
Once more, well met at Cyprus.
Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants
Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. ComeRODERIGO
hither. If thou be′st valiant,— as, they say, base
men being in love have then a nobility in their
natures more than is native to them—list me. The
lieutenant tonight watches on the court of
guard:—first, I must tell thee this—Desdemona is
directly in love with him.
With him! why, ′tis not possible.IAGO
Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed.RODERIGO
Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor,
but for bragging and telling her fantastical lies:
and will she love him still for prating? let not
thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be fed;
and what delight shall she have to look on the
devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of
sport, there should be, again to inflame it and to
give satiety a fresh appetite, loveliness in favour,
sympathy in years, manners and beauties; all which
the Moor is defective in: now, for want of these
required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will
find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge,
disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will
instruct her in it and compel her to some second
choice. Now, sir, this granted,—as it is a most
pregnant and unforced position—who stands so
eminent in the degree of this fortune as Cassio
does? a knave very voluble; no further
conscionable than in putting on the mere form of
civil and humane seeming, for the better compassing
of his salt and most hidden loose affection? why,
none; why, none: a slipper and subtle knave, a
finder of occasions, that has an eye can stamp and
counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never
present itself; a devilish knave. Besides, the
knave is handsome, young, and hath all those
requisites in him that folly and green minds look
after: a pestilent complete knave; and the woman
hath found him already.
I cannot believe that in her; she′s full ofIAGO
most blessed condition.
Blessed fig′s-end! the wine she drinks is made ofRODERIGO
grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never
have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding! Didst thou
not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst
not mark that?
Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.IAGO
Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologueRODERIGO
to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met
so near with their lips that their breaths embraced
together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these
mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes
the master and main exercise, the incorporate
conclusion, Pish! But, sir, be you ruled by me: I
have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night;
for the command, I′ll lay′t upon you. Cassio knows
you not. I′ll not be far from you: do you find
some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking
too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what
other course you please, which the time shall more
Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haplyRODERIGO
may strike at you: provoke him, that he may; for
even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to
mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true
taste again but by the displanting of Cassio. So
shall you have a shorter journey to your desires by
the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the
impediment most profitably removed, without the
which there were no expectation of our prosperity.
I will do this, if I can bring it to anyIAGO
I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel:RODERIGO
I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell.
That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;
That she loves him, ′tis apt and of great credit:
The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,
And I dare think he′ll prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too;
Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure
I stand accountant for as great a sin,
But partly led to diet my revenge,
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leap′d into my seat; the thought whereof
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards;
And nothing can or shall content my soul
Till I am even′d with him, wife for wife,
Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
At least into a jealousy so strong
That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash
For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
I′ll have our Michael Cassio on the hip,
Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb—
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too—
Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me.
For making him egregiously an ass
And practising upon his peace and quiet
Even to madness. ′Tis here, but yet confused:
Knavery′s plain face is never seen tin used.
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