Chapter: SCENE II.
A street.

Enter a Herald with a proclamation; people following.

  HERALD. 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.

 We're now back on the streets of Cyprus to hear Othello's herald make a public announcement: in celebration of the Turkish fleet's destruction, Othello has declared that tonight will be a party night in Cyprus. Every man can do what pleases him best.

