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Mont. What is she?
Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's Left in the conduct of the bold Iago, [captain, 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 renewed, fire to our extinguished spirits, And bring all Cyprus comfort.-Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, RODORIGO, and
The riches of the ship is come on shore :
Des. I thank you, valiant Cassio :
Cas. He is not yet arrived, nor know I aught But that he's well, and will be shortly here.
Des. 0, 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. Welcome mistress.
[To Æmilia. Let it not gall your patience, good lago, That I extend my manners. 'Tis my breeding That gives me this bold shew of courtesy.
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 ;
Æmil. You have little cause to say so.
your beds ! Des. O, fie upon thee, slanderer!
Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk:
Æmil. You shall not write my praise.
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 Iago. 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,
· witty ?
Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
She'll find a white that shall her black
Des. Worse and worse.
For even her folly helped her to an heir. Des. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fools laugh i'th' ale house. What miserable praise hast thou for her that's foul and foolish ?
Iago. There's noneso foul and foolish thereunto,
But does foul pranks, which fair and
wise ones do. Des. Oh, 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 down the vouch of very malice itself? Iago. She that was ever fair and never proud,
Hadtongue at will, and yet was never loud;
[ing nigh She that when angered, her revengebeBade her wrong stay, and her displea
sure fly; She that in wisdom never was so frail To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail;
[her mind, She that could think, and ne'er disclose Seesuitors following, and not look behind; She was a wight, (if ever such wight
were--) Des. To do what? Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.
Des. Oh most lame and impotent conclusion ! Do not learn of him, Æmilia, though he be thy
husband. Ilow say you, Cassio, is he not a most profane and liberal censurer ?
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 lieutenancy, 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, and excellent courtesy-_'tis so indeed—-Yet again your fingers to your lips? 'would they were clister-pipes for your sake.
[Trumpets. The Moor, I know his trumpet. Cas. 'Tis truly so. Des. Let's meet him, and receive him. Cas. Lo, where he comes ?
Enter OTHELLO and Attendants.
Oth. It gives me wonder, great as my content,