Act II.
Scene II.
Scene II.A Street.
Enter a Herald with a proclamation; People
following.
Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and
valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now
arrived, importing the mere perdition of the
Turkish fleet, every man put himself into tri-
umph; some to dance, some to make bonfires,
each man to what sport and revels his addiction
leads him; for, besides these beneficial news, it
is the celebration of his nuptial. So much was
his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices
are open, and there is full liberty of feasting
from this present hour of five till the bell have
told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus
and our noble general Othello! [Exeunt.
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