Mont. I'm glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor. 3 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. Mont. Pray Heavens he be: For I have served him, and the man commands Like a full soldier. Let's to the sea-side, As well to see the vessel that's come in: As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello, Gent. Come, let's do so; Cas. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle, That so approve the Moor: Oh, let the heavens Give him defence against the elements, For I have lost him on a dangerous sea. Of Mont. Is he well-shipped? Cas. His bark is stoutly timbered, and his pilot very expert and approved allowance; Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death, Within.] A sail, a sail, a sail! Cas. What noise? [sea Gent. The town is empty; on the brow of the Stand ranks of people, and they cry, a sail! Cus. My hopes do shape him for the governor. 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 arrived. Gent. I shall. [Exit. Mont. But, good lieutenant, is your general wived? Cas. Most fortunately, he hath achieved a maid That paragons description and wild fame: One that excels the quirks of blazʼning pens, Enter Gentleman. How now? who has put in? Gent. 'Tis one lago, ancient to the general. Cas. He's had most favourable and happy speed: Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, The guttered rocks, and congregated sands, Mont. What is she? Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, RODORIGO, and O behold! The riches of the ship is come on shore: You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees. Hail to thee, Lady! and the grace of Heaven, Des. I thank you, valiant Cassio: What tidings can you tell me of my lord? Cas. He is not yet arrived, nor know I aught But that he's well, and will be shortly here. Des. O, but I fear-how lost you company? Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship. But hark, a sail! Within.] A sail, a sail! Gent. They give this greeting to the citadel: This likewise is a friend. Cas. See for the news: Good ancient, you are welcome. tress. Welcome mis [To Æmilia. Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips, 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. Iago. 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. Jago. No, let me not. Des. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst praise me? Iago. Oh, gentle lady, do not put me to❜t, For I am nothing, if not critical. Des. Come one assay. There's one gone to the harbour Lago. Ay, Madam. Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise;—— Come, how wouldst thou praise me? Iago. I am about it; but indeed my invention comes from my pate, as birdlime does from frieze, it plucks out brains and all. But my muse labours, and thus she is delivered. If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, Des. Well praised; 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 black ness fit. Des. Worse and worse. Emil. How, if fair and foolish? Iago. She never yet was foolish, that was fair; For even her folly helped her to an heir. Des. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fools laugh i' th' alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her that's foul and foolish? |