O, behold, 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!

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.

The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship⁠—But, hark! a sail. Within “A sail, a sail!” Guns heard.

They give their greeting to the citadel; This likewise is a friend.

See for the news. Exit Gentleman. Good ancient, you are welcome. To Emilia . Welcome, mistress. 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.

Sir, would she give you so much of her lips As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, You’ll have enough.

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.