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SCENE II

A street.
Enter a Herald with a proclamation; People following.

Her.
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.

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