OTHELLO
O my fair warrior！
DESDEMONA
My dear Othello！
OTHELLO
It gives me wondergreat as my content To see you here before me． O my soul's joy！If after every tempest come such calms，May the winds blowtill they have waken'd death！And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas Olympus-high and duckagain as low As hell'sfrom heaven！If it were now to die，'Twerenow to be most happy；for，I fear，My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeedsin unknown fate．
DESDEMONA
The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase，Even as our days do grow！
OTHELLO
Amento that，sweet powers！I cannot speak enought of this content；It stops me here；it is too much of joy：And this，and this， the greatest discords be[kissing her]
That e'er our hearts shall make！
IAGO
[Aside] O，you are well tunednow！
But I'll set down the pegs that make this music，As honest as I am．
OTHELLO
Come，let us to the castle．News，friends；our wars are done，the Turks are drown'd ．How does my old acquaintance of this isle？Honey，you shall be well desired in Cyprus；I have found great love amongstthem．O my sweet，I prattleout of fashion， and I dote In mine own comforts ．I prithee，good Iago，Go to the bay and disembark my coffers ：Bring thou the master to the citadel；He is a good one， and his worthiness Does challenge much respect．Come，Desdemona，Once more，well met at Cyprus．
[Exeunt OTHELLO，DESDEMONA，and Attendants]
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