Act II, Scene ii: A street.
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[Enter a Herald with a proclamation; People following.]
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| | HERALD: | |
| | 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 | |
| | triumph; 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! | |
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