Act 2 — Scene I. A sea-port in Cyprus. An open place near the quay.

Mon. What from the cape can you discern at sea? First Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought flood;[5315] I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main,[5316] Descry a sail.[5317] Mon. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;[5317][5318] 5 A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements:[5317] If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea,[5317][5319] What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,[5317][5320] Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?[5317][5321] Sec. Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet:[5322] 10 For do but stand upon the foaming shore,[5323] The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds;[5324] The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous mane,[5325] Seems to cast water on the burning bear, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole:[5326] 15 I never did like molestation view On the enchafed flood. Mon. If that the Turkish fleet[5327] Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd;[5328] It is impossible to bear it out.

Third Gent. News, lads! our wars are done.[5330][5331][5332] 20 The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks,[5333] That their designment halts: a noble ship of Venice[5334][5335] Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance[5334][5336] On most part of their fleet.[5337] Mon. How! is this true? Third Gent. The ship is here put in,[5338][5339][5340] 25 A Veronesa; Michael Cassio,[5338][5340] Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello,[5341] Is come on shore: the Moor himself at sea,[5342] And is in full commission here for Cyprus. Mon. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor.[5343] 30 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 parted[5344] With foul and violent tempest. Mon. Pray heavens he be;[5345] For I have served him, and the man commands 35 Like a full soldier. Let's to the seaside, ho![5346] 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[5347][5348] An indistinct regard.[5347][5349] Third Gent. Come, let's do so; 40 For every minute is expectancy Of more arrivance.

Cas. Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle,[5351] That so approve the Moor! O, let the heavens[5352] Give him defence against the elements,[5353] 45 For I have lost him on a dangerous sea.[5354] Mon. Is he well shipp'd? Cas. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot[5355] Of very expert and approved allowance;[5356] Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,[5357][5358] 50 Stand in bold cure.[5358]

Cas. What noise?[5360] Fourth Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o' the sea[5361] Stand ranks of people, and they cry 'A sail!'[5362] Cas. My hopes do shape him for the governor. 55

Sec. Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy:[5364] Our friends at least.[5365] Cas. I pray you, sir, go forth, And give us truth who 'tis that is arrived. Sec. Gent. I shall. [Exit.[5366] Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wived? 60 Cas. Most fortunately: he hath achieved a maid That paragons description and wild fame; One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,[5367] And in the essential vesture of creation[5368] Does tire the ingener.

How now! who has put in?[5369] 65 Sec. Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.[5366] Cas. He has had most favourable and happy speed:[5370] Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,[5371] The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands,[5372] Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel,[5373] 70 As having sense of beauty, do omit Their mortal natures, letting go safely by[5374] The divine Desdemona. Mon. What is she? Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's captain,[5375] Left in the conduct of the bold Iago; 75 Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts A se'nnight's speed. Great Jove, Othello guard,[5376] 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,[5377] 80 Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits,[5378] And bring all Cyprus comfort.

O, behold, The riches of the ship is come on shore![5380] Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.[5381] Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,[5382] 85 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?[5383] Cas. He is not yet arrived: nor know I aught[5384] But that he's well and will be shortly here. 90 Des. O, but I fear—How lost you company?[5385] Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies[5386] Parted our fellowship—But, hark! a sail.

Sec. Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel:[5388] This likewise is a friend. Cas. See for the news. [Exit Gentleman.[5389]95 Good ancient, you are welcome. [To Emilia] Welcome, mistress:[5390] Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding That gives me this bold show of courtesy. [Kissing her.[5391] Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips[5392] 100 As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,[5393] You'ld have enough.[5394] Desd. Alas, she has no speech. Iago. In faith, too much;[5395] I find it still when I have list to sleep:[5396] Marry, before your ladyship, I grant, 105 She puts her tongue a little in her heart[5397] And chides with thinking. Emil. You have little cause to say so.[5398] Iago. Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,[5399][5400] Bells in your parlours, wild-cats in your kitchens,[5399] 110 Saints in your injuries, devils being offended,[5399] Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.[5399][5401] Des. O, fie upon thee, slanderer![5402] Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk: You rise to play, and go to bed to work. 115 Emil. You shall not write my praise. Iago. No, let me not. Des. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst praise me?[5403] 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 the harbour?[5404] 120 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 invention[5405][5406] 125 Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frize;[5405][5407] It plucks out brains and all: but my Muse labours,[5405][5408] And thus she is deliver'd.[5405][5409] If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit,[5410] The one's for use, the other useth it.[5410][5411] 130 Des. Well praised! How if she be black and witty?[5412] Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit,[5410] She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.[5410][5413] Des. Worse and worse. Emil. How if fair and foolish?[5414] 135 Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair;[5410][5415] For even her folly help'd her to an heir.[5410][5415][5416] Des. These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh[5417][5418] i' the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her[5417] that's foul and foolish?[5414][5417] 140 Iago. There's none so foul, and foolish thereunto,[5410] But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.[5410][5419] Des. O heavy ignorance! thou praisest the worst best.[5420] But what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserving woman indeed, one that in the authority of her merit did justly[5421][5422] 145 put on the vouch of very malice itself?[5421][5423] Iago. She that was ever fair and never proud,[5410] Had tongue at will and yet was never loud,[5410] Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay,[5410] Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may;'[5410] 150 She that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh,[5410][5424] Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly;[5410] She that in wisdom never was so frail[5410] To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail;[5410] She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind,[5410][5425] 155 See suitors following and not look behind;[5410][5426] She was a wight, if ever such wight were,—[5410][5427][5428] Des. To do what?[5428] Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.[5410] Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn[5429] 160 of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say you,[5429] Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor?[5429][5430] Cas. He speaks home, madam: you may relish him[5431] more in the soldier than in the scholar.[5431][5432] Iago. [Aside] He takes her by the palm: ay, well said,[5433]165 whisper: with as little a web as this will I ensnare as great[5434] a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do; I will gyve thee[5435] in thine own courtship. You say true; 'tis so, indeed: if[5436] such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it[5437] had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so[5438] 170 oft, which now again you are most apt to play the sir in.[5439] Very good; well kissed! an excellent courtesy! 'tis so,[5440] indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? would they[5441] were clyster-pipes for your sake! [Trumpet within.] The[5442] Moor! I know his trumpet. 175 Cas. 'Tis truly so. Des. Let's meet him and receive him. Cas. Lo, where he comes!

Oth. O my fair warrior! Des. My dear Othello! Oth. It gives me wonder great as my content 180 To see you here before me. O my soul's joy![5444] If after every tempest come such calms,[5445] May the winds blow till they have waken'd death![5446] And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas Olympus-high and duck again as low 185 As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,[5447] '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 190 But that our loves and comforts should increase,[5448] Even as our days do grow! Oth. Amen to that, sweet powers![5449] 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 [Kissing her.[5450]195 That e'er our hearts shall make! Iago. [Aside] O, you are well tuned now![5451][5452] But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,[5452][5453] As honest as I am.[5452] Oth. Come, let us to the castle.[5454] News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd.[5455] How does my old acquaintance of this isle?[5456] 200 Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus; I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,[5457] I prattle out of fashion, and I dote In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago,[5458] Go to the bay, and disembark my coffers:[5459] 205 Bring thou the master to the citadel; He is a good one, and his worthiness Does challenge much respect. Come, Desdemona, Once more well met at Cyprus.

Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. Come[5461] 210 hither. If thou be'st valiant—as, they say, base men being[5462][5463] in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is[5463] native to them—list me. The lieutenant to-night watches[5463][5464] on the court of guard. First, I must tell thee this: Desdemona[5465] is directly in love with him. 215 Rod. With him! why, 'tis not possible. Iago. Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed.[5466] Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor, but[5467] for bragging and telling her fantastical lies: and will she[5468] love him still for prating? let not thy discreet heart think[5468][5469] 220 it. Her eye must be fed; and what delight shall she have[5470] 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[5471] satiety a fresh appetite, loveliness in favour, sympathy in[5472] years, manners and beauties; all which the Moor is defective 225 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[5473] instruct her in it and compel her to some second choice.[5474] Now, sir, this granted—as it is a most pregnant and unforced[5475] 230 position—who stands so eminently in the degree of this fortune[5476] as Cassio does? a knave very voluble; no further conscionable[5477] than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane[5478] seeming, for the better compassing of his salt and most[5478][5479][5480] hidden loose affection? why, none; why, none: a slipper and[5479][5481][5482] 235 subtle knave; a finder out of occasions; that has an eye can[5482][5483] stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true advantage[5484] never present itself: a devilish knave! Besides, the knave[5484][5485] is handsome, young, and hath all those requisites in him that folly and green minds look after: a pestilent complete[5486] 240 knave; and the woman hath found him already.[5487] Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she's full of most[5488] blest condition.[5489][5490] Iago. Blest fig's-end! the wine she drinks is made of[5489][5491] grapes: if she had been blest, she would never have loved[5489] 245 the Moor: blest pudding! Didst thou not see her paddle[5489][5492] with the palm of his hand? didst not mark that?[5493] Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.[5494] Iago. Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue[5495] to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met so 250 near with their lips that their breaths embraced together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these mutualities so[5496] marshal the way, hard at hand comes the master and main[5497] exercise, the incorporate conclusion: pish! But, sir, be you[5498] ruled by me: I have brought you from Venice. Watch 255 you to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you: Cassio[5499] 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[5500] please, which the time shall more favourably minister. 260 Rod. Well. Iago. Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and[5501] haply may strike at you: provoke him, that he may; for[5502] even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny;[5503] whose qualification shall come into no true taste again but[5504] 265 by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a shorter[5505] journey to your desires by the means I shall then have to prefer them, and the impediment most profitably removed,[5506] without the which there were no expectation of our prosperity.[5507] 270 Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity.[5508] Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell. Rod. Adieu. [Exit.[5509] Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;[5510] 275 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;[5511] And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too,[5512] 280 Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure I stand accountant for as great a sin, But partly led to diet my revenge,[5513] For that I do suspect the lusty Moor[5514] Hath leap'd into my seat: the thought whereof[5515] 285 Doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards; And nothing can or shall content my soul[5516] Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife;[5517] Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor At least into a jealousy so strong[5518] 290 That judgement cannot cure. Which thing to do, If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash[5519] 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;[5520] 295 For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too;[5521] Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me, For making him egregiously an ass And practising upon his peace and quiet Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused: 300 Knavery's plain face is never seen till used. [Exit.