I cannot, 'twixt the heaven' and the main, Mon. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land; A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements. If it hath ruffianed so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,2 And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole. On the enchafed flood. Mon. If that the Turkish fleet Be not ensheltered and embayed, they are drowned; It is impossible they bear it out. Enter a third Gentleman. 3 Gent. News, lords! our wars are done; The desperate tempest hath so banged the Turks, That their designment halts. A noble ship of Venice Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance On most part of their fleet. Mon. How is this true? 3 Gent. The ship is here put in, A Veronesé; Michael Cassio, 1 The quarto reads :— 66 'twixt the haven and the main;" and Malone adopts that reading. 2 The quarto of 1622 reads, "when the huge mountaine meslt," the letter s, which, perhaps, belongs to mountaine, having wandered, at press, from its place. In Troilus and Cressida we have: "The strong-ribbed bark through liquid mountains cuts." 3 The elder quarto reads "the banning shore." 4 The constellation near the polar star. The next line alludes to the star Arctophylax, which literally signifies the guard of the bear. The 4to. 1622 reads "ever-fired pole." 5 The old copy reads "a Veronessa; " whether this signified a ship fitted out by the people of Verona, who were tributary to the Venetian republic, or designated some particular kind of vessel, is not yet established. Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello, Mon. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor. Touching the Turkish loss,-yet he looks sadly, Mon. 1 'Pray Heaven, he be ; For I have served him, and the man commands As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello; 3 Gent. Come, let's do so; For every minute is expectancy Of more arrivance. Enter CASSIO. Cas. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle, For I have lost him on a dangerous sea! Cas. His bark is stoutly timbered, and his pilot [Within.] A sail, a sail, a sail! Enter another Gentleman. Cas. What noise? 4 Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o' the sea Stand ranks of people, and they cry-A sail. 1 A full soldier is a complete one. See Acti. Sc. 1. 2 i. e. of allowed and approved expertness. 3 Stand in confidence of being cured. Cas. My hopes do shape him for the governor. 2 Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy ; Our friends, at least. [Guns heard. Cas. 2 Gent. I shall. [Exit. Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wived? Cas. Most fortunately. He hath achieved a maid That paragons description, and wild fame One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, And in the essential vesture of creation, Does bear all excellency.'-How now? who has put in ? Re-enter second Gentleman. 2 Gent. 'Tis one lago, ancient to the general. Cas. He has had most favorable and happy speed. Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, The guttered rocks, and congregated sands,Traitors ensteeped to clog the guiltless keel, As having sense of beauty, do omit 3 2 Their mortal natures, letting go safely by The divine Desdemona. Mon. What is she? Cas. 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, 1 This is the reading of the quartos: the folio has : "And in the essential vesture of creation Do's tyre the Ingeniuer." If the reading of the folio be adopted, the meaning would be this :-She is one who excels all description; and, in real beauty, or outward form, goes beyond the power of the inventive pencil of the artist. Traitors ensteeped" are merely traitors concealed under the water. 3 Deadly, destructive. Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms, Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Attendants. The riches of the ship is come on shore!1 your knees. Ye men of Cyprus, let her have Des. [Cry within, A sail, a sail! then guns heard. 2 Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel; This likewise is a friend. Cas. See for the news.2 Good ancient, you are welcome;-welcome, mis tress. [Exit Gentleman. [TO EMILIA. Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, That gives me this bold show of courtesy. [Kissing her. Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips 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, 1 Shakspeare uses riches as a singular, in his eighty-seventh sonnet. 2 The first quarto reads, "So speaks this voice." 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 parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens, 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. 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 the harbor? 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 Comes from my pate, as birdlime does from frize, It plucks it out brains and all. But my muse labors. And thus she is delivered : If she be fair and wise,-fairness, and wit, The one's for use, the other useth it. Des. Well praised! How if she be black and witty? Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit, She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.3 Des. Worse and worse. Emil. How, if fair and foolish? Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair, For even her folly helped her to an heir. 1 That is, When you have a mind to do injuries, you put on an air of sanctity. 2 i. e. censorious. 3 The quarto reads hit. |