That he is tog familiar with his wife-
He hach a person, and a smooth dispose,
To be suspected; fram’d to make women false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature,
That thinks men honest that but seem to be so;
And will as tenderly be led by th' nose,
As afles are.
I hav't-it is engender'd—Hell and Night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.



The capital City of Cyprus.

Enter Montano, Governor of Cyprus, and Gentlemen.



HAT from the cape, can you discern at fea?

Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought


I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main
Descry a sail.

Mont. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;
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?

2 Gent. A fegregation of the Turkish fleet; For do but stand upon the foaming shore,


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The chiding billows seem to pelt the clouds ;
The wind-Thak’d surge, with high and monstrous

Seems to caft water on the burning Bear,
? And quench the guards of th' ever-fixed pole.
I never did like moleftation view
On the enchafed food.

Mont. If that the Turkish fleet
Be not inshelter'd and embay'd, they're drown'd;
It is impossible to bear it out.

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Enter a third Gentleman.

3 Gent. News, Lads, our wars are done : 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 Of most part of the fleet.

Mont. How! is this true ?

3 Gent. The ship is here put in,
A Veronese; Michael Casio,
Lieutenant of the warlike Moor Othello,
Is come on shore; the Moor himself's at sea,
And is in full commission here for Cyprus.

Mont. I'm glad on't ; 'tis a worthy Governor.
3 Gent. But this fame Caffie, 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 tempeft.

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Mont. Pray heav'ns, he be:
For I have serv'd 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,
Ev’n till we make the main and th' aerial blue
An indiftin&t regard.

Gent. Come, let's do so;
For every minute is expectancy
Of more arrivance.


Enter Caffio.

Caf. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle,
That fo approve the Moor: oh, let the heav'ns
Give him defence against the elements,
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea.

Mont. Is he well-Thipp'd ?

Caf. His bark is stoutly timber'd; and his pilot 9 Of very expert and approv'd allowance ; Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death, Stand in bold cure.

Within.] A fail, a fail, a fail!

8 His bark is fourly timber'de to death, Therefore my hopes, not surfeit Stani in bold cure?? ed to death,

This is better, but it is not well. Stand in bold cure.] I do not Shall we frike a bolder froke, understand these lines. I know and read thus? not, how hope. can be surfeited 10 Therefore my hopes, not forfeitdeath, that is, can be encreased, ed to death, till it is destroyed; nor what it is, Stand bold, not sure. to fand in bold cure; or why hope 9 Of very expert and a;prou'd should be considered as a disease. allowance ;] I read, In the copies there is no valia. Very expert, and of approv'd tion. Shall we read,

allowancea Tberefore my fears, not surfeited


Caf. What noise ?

Gent. The town is empty ; on the brow o'th' sea Stand ranks of people, and they cry, a fail.

Caf. My hopes do shape him for the Governor.

Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy. Our friends, at least.

[Sound of Cannon. Caf. I pray you, Sir, go forth, And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv’d. Gent. I shall.

[Exit. Mont. But, good lieutenant, is your General wiv'd?

Cas. Most fortunately: He hath atchiev'd a maid That paragons description and wild fame ; One that excels the quirks of blaz’ning pens,

And in th' effential vesture of creation ? Does bear all excellency

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I do not think the present perbolical was here intended. reading inexplicable. The auBut what is there as it stands ? thour seems to use esential, for Why this, that in the essence of existent, real. She excels the creation be bore all excellency. praises of invention, says he, and The expression is intolerable, and in real qualities, with which crecould never come from one who arion has invested her, bears all exso well understood the force of cellency. words as our Poet. The essential ? Does bear all excellency-] vefure is the same as essential Such is the reading of the quarform. So that the expresion is tos, for which the folio has chis. nonsense, For the vesure of creae

And in th' fential vesture of tion signifies the forms in which creation created beings are cast, And of Do's tyre the ingeniuer. Jence relates not to the form, but Which I explain thus, to the matter. Shakespear cer Does tire ib' ingenious verse. tainly wrote,

This is the beft reading, and And in TERRESTRIAL vesture that which the authour subtítia of creation,

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Enter Gentleman.

How now? who has put in?

Gent. 'Tis one lagă, Ancient to the General

Caf. H'as had most favourable and happy speed;
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 safe go by
The divine Desdemona.

Mont. What is the
. She that I spake of, our great Captain's Cap-

Left in the conduct of the bold Iago:
Whofe footing here anticipates our thoughts,
A fe’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

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Enter Desdemona, lago, Rodorigo, and Æmilią. Obehold! The riches of the thip is come on lhore. Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees. Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaving Before, behind thee, and on every hand Enwheel theě round.


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