The statue was set back in a niche.

Iago: For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

His Creſt is raſh'd away; his ample Shield / Is falſify'd and round with Jav'lins fill'd.

Underneath the water, all was calm.