1. SCENE I. A seaport in Cyprus. A Platform.
'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.
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.
What is she?
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! O, behold,
[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.--
Hall to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!
I thank you, valiant Cassio.
What tidings can you tell me of my lord?
He is not yet arrived nor know I aught
But that he's well, and will be shortly here.
O, but I fear--How lost you company?
The great contention of the sea and skies
Parted our fellowship:--but, hark! a sail.
[Within.] A sail, a sail!
They give their greeting to the citadel:
This likewise is a friend.
See for the news.
Good ancient, you are welcome:--Welcome, mistress:--[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.