Act II, Scene 2

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 1120
  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 1125
  till the bell have told eleven. Heaven bless the
  isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello!

[Exeunt]