William Shakespeare

Othello


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SECOND GENTLEMAN

       A segregation of the Turkish fleet:

       For do but stand upon the foaming shore,

       The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds;

       The wind-shak’d surge, with high and monstrous main,

       Seems to cast water on the burning Bear,

       And quench the guards of the ever-fixèd pole;

       I never did like molestation view

       On the enchafèd flood.

       MONTANO

       If that the Turkish fleet

       Be not enshelter’d and embay’d, they are drown’d;

       It is impossible to bear it out.

       [Enter a third Gentleman.]

       THIRD GENTLEMAN

       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

       On most part of their fleet.

       MONTANO

       How! is this true?

       THIRD GENTLEMAN

       The ship is here put in,

       A Veronessa; Michael Cassio,

       Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello,

       Is come on shore: the Moor himself’s at sea,

       And is in full commission here for Cyprus.

       MONTANO

       I am glad on’t; ‘tis a worthy governor.

       THIRD GENTLEMAN

       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.

       MONTANO

       Pray heavens he be;

       For I have serv’d 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.

       THIRD GENTLEMAN

       Come, let’s do so;

       For every minute is expectancy

       Of more arrivance.

       [Enter Cassio.]

       CASSIO

       Thanks you, the valiant of this warlike isle,

       That so approve the Moor! O, let the heavens

       Give him defence against the elements,

       For I have lost him on a dangerous sea!

       MONTANO

       Is he well shipp’d?

       CASSIO

       His bark is stoutly timber’d, and his pilot

       Of very expert and approv’d allowance;

       Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,

       Stand in bold cure.

       [Within.] A sail, a sail, a sail!

       [Enter a fourth Gentleman.]

       CASSIO

       What noise?

       FOURTH GENTLEMAN

       The town is empty; on the brow o’ the sea

       Stand ranks of people, and they cry, “A sail!”

       CASSIO

       My hopes do shape him for the governor.

       [Guns within.]

       SECOND GENTLEMAN

       They do discharge their shot of courtesy:

       Our friends at least.

       CASSIO

       I pray you, sir, go forth,

       And give us truth who ‘tis that is arriv’d.

       SECOND GENTLEMAN

       I shall.

       [Exit.]

       MONTANO

       But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv’d?

       CASSIO

       Most fortunately: he hath achiev’d a maid

       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 Gentleman.]

       How now! who has put in?

       SECOND GENTLEMAN

       ‘Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.

       CASSIO

       He has 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 go safely by

       The divine Desdemona.

       MONTANO

       What is she?

       CASSIO

       She that I spake of, our great captain’s captain,

       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 Attendants.]

       O, behold,

       The riches of the ship is come on shore!

       Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.—

       Hall to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,

       Before, behind thee, and on every hand,

       Enwheel thee round!

       DESDEMONA

       I thank you, valiant Cassio.

       What tidings can you tell me of my lord?

       CASSIO

       He is not yet arrived nor know I aught

       But that he’s well, and will be shortly here.

       DESDEMONA

       O, but I fear—How lost you company?

       CASSIO

       The great contention of the sea and skies

       Parted our fellowship:—but, hark! a sail.

       [Within.] A sail, a sail!

       [Guns within.]