The gestures, both of the gentlemen and ladies, were as outrageous as if meant rather to intimidate the audience, than to shew their own animation; and the men approached each other so closely with arms a-kimbo, or double fists, that Sir Sedley, with pretended alarm, said they were giving challenges for a boxing match. The ladies also, in the energy of their desire not to be eclipsed, took so much exercise in their action, that they tore out the sleeves of their gowns; which, though pinned up every time they left the stage, completely exposed their shoulders at the end of every act; and they raised their arms so high while facing each other, that Sir Sedley expressed frequent fears they meant to finish by pulling caps. So imperfect were they also in their parts, that the prompter was the only person from whom any single speech passed without a blunder. Iago, who was the master of the troop, was the sole performer who spoke not with a provincial dialect; the rest all betrayed their birth and parentage the first line they uttered. Cassio proclaimed himself from Norfolk: The Deuk dew greet yew, General, ----------- Being not at yew're lodging to be feund-- The senate sent above tree several quests, &c. Othello himself proved a true Londoner; and with his famed soldier-like eloquence in the senate-scene, thus began his celebrated defence. Most potent, grawe, and rewerend Seignors, My wery noble and approwed good masters, That I have ta'en avay this old man's darter-- I vill a round, unwarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; vhat drugs, vhat charms, Vhat conjuration, and vhat mighty magic I von his darter with---- Her father lov'd me, oft inwited me---- ----My story being done, She gave me for my pains a vorld of sighs, She svore in faith 'tvas strange, 'tvas passing strange, 'Tvas pitiful, 't'vas vondrous pitiful; She vish'd she had not heard it; yet she vish'd That Heawen had made her such a man.---- This only is the vitchcraft I have us'd; Here comes the lady, let her vitness it. This happily making the gentle Desdemona recognised, notwithstanding her appearance was so little bridal, her Somersetshire father cried: I preay you hear 'ur zpeak. If a confez that a waz half the woer Deztruction on my head, if my bead bleame Light o' the mon! His daughter, in the Worcestershire pronunciation, answered: Noble father, Hi do perceive ere a divided duty; To you hi howe my life hand heducation, My life hand heducation both do teach me Ow to respect you. You're the lord hof duty; Hi'm itherto your daughter: but ere's my usband!---- The fond Othello then exclaimed: Your woices, lords! beseech you let her vill Have a free vay!-- -- -- And Brabantio took leave with Look to'ur, Moor! if th' azt eyez to zee; A haz deceiv'd 'ur veather, and may thee.--