Rod. What fay you? Jago. No more of drowning, do you hear. lago. Go to; farewell: put money enough in your purse. [Exit RODERIGO. Thus do I ever make my fool my purse: For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane, But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor; Will do, as if for furety. He holds me well; That he is too familiar with his wife : He hath a person, and a smooth dispose, That thinks men honeft, that but seem to be so; As ailes are. I have't;—it is engender'd :-Hell and night Muft bring this monstrous birth to the world's light. [Exit. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. A Sea-port Town in Cyprus. A Platform. Enter MONTANO and two Gentlemen. Mon. What from the cape can you discern at fea? 1. Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought flood; I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main, Defcry a fail, Mon. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at land What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, For do but stand upon the foaming fhore, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole: I never did like molestation view On th' enchaf'd flood. Mon. If that the Turkish fleet Be not infhelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd; Enter a third Gentleman. 3. Gent. News, lords! our wars are done; The defperate tempeft hath fo bang'd the Turks, That That their defignment halts: A noble ship of Venice On most part of their fleet. Mon. How! is this true? 3. Gent. The hip is here put in, A Veronefé; Michael Caffio, Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello, 3. Gent. But this fame Caffio,-though he speak of comfort, Touching the Turkish lofs,-yet he looks fadly, Mon. As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello; Gent. Come, let's do fo; For every minute is expectancy Of more arrivance. Enter CASSIO. Caf. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle, For I have loft him on a dangerous fea! Caf. His bark is ftoutly timber'd, and his pilot Of Of very expert and approv'd allowance; Stand in bold cure. [Within.] A fail, a fail, a fail! Enter another Gentleman. Caf. What noise? 4. Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o'the fea Stand ranks of people, and they cry-a fail. Caf. My hopes do shape him for the governour. 2. Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy,... \ Our friends, at least. Caf. [Guns beard.. I pray you, fir, go forth, And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd. 2. Gent. I fhall. [Exit. Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv'd? Caf. Moft fortunately: he hath achiev'd a maid That paragons description, and wild fame; And in the effential vesture of creation, Does bear all excellency.-How now? who has put in? Re-enter fecond Gentleman. 2. Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general. Mon. Caf. She that I fpake of, our great captain's captain, Left in the conduct of the bold Iago; Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts, Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Attendants. The riches of the ship is come on fhore! Def. I thank you, valiant Caffio. What tidings can you tell me of my lord? [Cry within. A fail, a fail! Then guns 2. Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel; This likewife is a friend. beard. Caf. See for the news. Good ancient, you are welcome ;— [Exit Gentleman. -Welcome, mistress: [To EMILIA. Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, .3 That |