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!