Act II. Scene I.A Sea-port Town in Cyprus.
An open place near the Quay.
Enter MONTANO and two Gentlemen.
Mon. What from the cape can you discern at
First Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-
I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main
Descry a sail
Mon. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at
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
Sec. Gent. 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
Seems to cast water on the burning bear
And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole:
I never did like molestation view
On the enchafed flood.
Mon. If that the Turkish fleet
Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are
It is impossible they bear it out.
Enter a third Gentleman.
Third Gent. News, lads! our wars are done.
The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks
That their designment halts; a noble ship of
Hath seen a grievous wrack and sufferance
On most part of their fleet.
Mon. How! is this true?
Third Gent. The ship is here put in,
A Veronesa; Michael Cassio,
Lieutenant to the war-like Moor Othello,
Is come on shore: the Moor himself's at sea,
And is in full commission here for Cyprus.
Mon. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor.
Third 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
With foul and violent tempest.
Mon. Pray heaven he be;
For I have serv'd him, and the man commands
Like a full soldier. Let's to the sea-side, 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 Gent. Come, let's do so;
For every minute is expectancy
Of more arrivance.
Cas. Thanks, you the valiant of this war-like
That so approve the Moor. O! let the heavens
Give him defence against the elements,
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea.
Mon. Is he well shipp'd?
Cas. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his
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 Messenger.
Cas. What noise?
Mess. The town is empty; on the brow o' the
Stand ranks of people, and they cry, 'A sail!'
Cas. My hopes do shape him for the go-
vernor. [Guns heard.
Sec. Gent. They do discharge their shot of
Our friends at least.
Cas. I pray you, sir, go forth,
And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd.
Sec. Gent. I shall. [Exit.
Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general
Cas. Most fortunately: he hath achieved a
That paragons description and wild fame;
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
And in th' essential vesture of creation
Does tire the ingener.
Re-enter second Gentleman.
How now! who has put in?
Sec. Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.
Cas. He has had most favourable and happy
Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling
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.
Mon. What is she?
Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's
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
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.
The riches of the ship is come on shore.
Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.
Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!
Des. I thank you, valiant Cassio.
What tidings can you tell me of my lord?
Cas. He is not yet arriv'd; nor know I aught
But that he's well, and will be shortly here.
Des. O! but I fearHow lost you company?
Cas. The great contention of the sea and
Parted our fellowship. But hark! a sail.
[Cry within, 'A sail!a sail!' Guns heard.
Sec. Gent. They give their greeting to the
This likewise is a friend.
Cas. See for the news!
Good ancient, you are welcome;[To EMILIA.]
Let it not gall your patience, good Iago,
That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding
That gives me this bold show of courtesy.
Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her
As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
You'd have enough.
Des. Alas! she has no speech.
Iago. In faith, too much;
I find it still when I have list to sleep:
Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,
She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking.
Emil. You have little cause to say so.
Iago. Come on, come on; you are 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
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.
Emil. You shall not write my praise.
Iago. No, let me not.
Des. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou
shouldst praise me?
Iago. O gentle lady, do not put me to't,
For I am nothing if not critical.
Des. Come on; assay. There's one gone to
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 inven-
Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frize;
It plucks out brains and all: but my muse la-
And thus she is deliver'd.
If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit,
The one's for use, the other useth it.
Des. Well prais'd! How if she be black and
Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.
Des. Worse and worse.
Emil. How if fair and foolish?
Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair,
For even her folly help'd her to an heir.
Des. These are old fond paradoxes to make
fools laugh i' the alehouse. What miserable
praise hast thou for her that's foul and foolish?
Iago. There's none so foul and foolish there-
But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.
Des. O heavy ignorance! thou praisest the
worst best. But what praise couldst thou be-
stow on a deserving woman indeed, one that,
in the authority of her merit, did justly put on
the vouch of very malice itself?
Iago. She that was ever fair and never proud,
Had tongue at will and yet was never loud,
Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay,
Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,'
She that being anger'd, her revenge being nigh,
Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly,
She that in wisdom never was so frail
To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail,
She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind,
See suitors 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. O most lame and impotent conclusion!
Do not learn of him, Emilia, though ho bo thy
husband. How say you, Cassio? is he not a
most profane and liberal counsellor?
Cas. He speaks home, madam; you may
relish him more in the soldier than in the
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
lieutenantry, 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! an excellent courtesy!
'tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers to your
lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your
sake! [A trumpet heard.] The Moor! I know
Cas. 'Tis truly so.
Des. Let's meet him and receive him.
Cas. Lo! where he comes.
Enter OTHELLO and Attendants.
Oth. O my fair warrior!
Des. My dear Othello!
Oth. It gives me wonder great as my content
To see you here before me. O my soul's joy!
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus-high, and duck again as low
As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy, for I fear
My soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.
Des. The heavens forbid
But that our loves and comforts should increase
Even as our days do grow!
Oth. Amen to that, sweet powers!
I cannot speak enough of this content;
It stops me here; it is too much of joy:
And this, and this, the greatest discords be,
That e'er our hearts shall make!
Iago. [Aside.] O! you are well tun'd now,
But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,
As honest as I am.
Oth. Come, let us to the castle.
News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks are
How does my old acquaintance of this isle?
Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus;
I have found great love amongst them. O my
I prattle out of fashion, and I dote
In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago,
Go to the bay and disembark my coffers.
Bring thou the master to the citadel;
He is a good one, and his worthiness
Does challenge much respect. Come, Desde-
Once more well met at Cyprus.
[Exeunt all except IAGO and RODERIGO.
Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the
harbour. Come hither. If thou be'st valiant,
as they say base men being in love have then
a nobility in their natures more than is native
to them, list me. The lieutenant to-night watches
on the court of guard: first, I must tell thee this,
Desdemona is directly in love with him.
Rod. With him! why, 'tis not possible.
Iago. Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul
be instructed. Mark me with what violence she
first loved the Moor but for bragging and telling
her fantastical lies; and will she love him still
for prating? let not thy discreet heart think it.
Her eye must be fed; and what delight shall
she have to look on the devil? When the blood
is made dull with the act of sport, there should
be, again to inflame it, and to give satiety a
fresh appetite, loveliness in favour, sympathy
in years, manners, and beauties; all which the
Moor is defective in. Now, for want of these
required conveniences, her delicate tenderness
will find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge,
disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will
instruct her in it, and compel her to some se-
cond choice. Now, sir, this granted, as it is a
most pregnant and unforced position, who stands
so eminently in the degree of this fortune as
Cassio does? a knave very voluble, no further
conscionable than in putting on the mere form
of civil and humane seeming, for the better
compassing of his salt and most hidden loose
affection? why, none; why, none: a slipper and
subtle knave, a finder-out of occasions, that has
an eye can stamp and counterfeit advantages,
though true advantage never present itself; a
devilish knave! Besides, the knave is handsome,
young, and hath all those requisites in him that
folly and green minds look after; a pestilent
complete knave! and the woman hath found
Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she is full
of most blessed condition.
Iago. Blessed fig's end! the wine she drinks
is made of grapes; if she had been blessed she
would never have loved the Moor; blessed pud-
ding! Didst thou not see her paddle with the
palm of his hand? didst not mark that?
Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was but cour-
Iago. Lechery, by this hand! an index and
obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul
thoughts. They met so near with their lips, that
their breaths embraced together. Villanous
thoughts, Roderigo! when these mutualities so
marshal the way, hard at hand comes the master
and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion.
Pish! But, sir, be you ruled by me: I have
brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night;
for the command, I'll lay't upon you: Cassio
knows you not. I'll not be far from you: do you
find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by
speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline;
or from what other course you please, which the
time shall more favourably minister.
Iago. Sir, he is rash and very sudden in
choler, and haply may strike at you: provoke
him, that he may; for even out of that will I
cause these of Cyprus to mutiny, whose quali-
fication shall come into no true taste again but
by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have
a shorter journey to your desires by the means
I shall then have to prefer them; and the im-
pediment most profitably removed, without the
which there were no expectation of our pros-
Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any
Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at
the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore.
Rod. Adieu. [Exit.
Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well be-
That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit:
The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature;
And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too;
Not out of absolute lust,though peradventure
I stand accountant for as great a sin,
But partly led to diet my revenge,
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leap'd into my scat; the thought whereof
Doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my in-
And nothing can or shall content my soul
Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife;
Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
At least into a jealousy so strong
That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash
For his quick hunting, stand the putting-on,
I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip;
Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb,
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too,
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward
For making him egregiously an ass
And practising upon his peace and quiet
Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confus'd:
Knavery's plain face is never seen till us'd.