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A street. Enter a Herald with a proclamation; People following
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.
[Exeunt]