PLATE XCV.


                       OY,e/lo.
                       Ad IL Scene I.


  A SEA-PORT IN CYPRUS.  AN OPEN PLACE NEAR THE QUAY.


DESDEMONA, OTHELLO, GASSIO, IA GO, EMILIA, RODERIGO and
                       A TTENDANTS.

                              My dear Othello!

         OfkelZo.-O my fair warrior!
         Desdemona.-
         Othc/lo.-It gives me wonder great as my content
       To see you here before mc.   0 my soul's joy!
       If after every tempest come such calms,
       May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
       And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
       Olympus-high and duck again as low
       As hell's from heaven!  If it were now to die,
       'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
       My soul hath her content so absolute
       That not another comfort like to this
       Succeeds in unknown fate.

          Thin/ed by THOMAS STOTHARD, R. A.