[Stage] Enter Othello’s Herald, with a proclamation
Herald(传令兵)
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. Bless the
isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello!
[Stage] Exit