Enter Othello’s Herald with a proclamation.
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 addition 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!
[Exit.]
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