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Mon. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at
land: A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements : If it hath ruffian'd so upon the
sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortise? what shall we hear of this?
2 Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet:
If that the Turkish fleet Be not inshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd; It is impossible they bear it out.
Enter a third Gentleman.
3 Gent. News, lords ! our wars are done;
How! is this true?
3 The constellation near the polar stas.
Mon. I am glad on't ; 'tis a worthy governor. 3 Gent. But this same Cassio,—though he speak
of comfort, Touching the Turkish loss,-yet he looks sadly, And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted With foul and violent tempest. Mon.
'Pray heaven he be;
Come, let's do so;
Cas. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle, That so approve the Moor; 0, let the heavens Give him defence against the elements, For I have lost him on a dangerous sea!
Mon. Is he well shipp'd ?
Cas. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot Of very expert and approv'd allowance;' Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death, Stand in bold cure.
[Within.] A sail, a sail, a sail !
Enter another Gentleman.
Cas. What noise ?
5 Allow'd and approv'd expertness.
4 Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o’the sea Stand ranks of people, and they crya sail.
Cus. My hopes do shape him for the governour. 2 Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy :
[Guns heurd. Our friends, at least. Cas.
pray you, sir, go forth, And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv’d. 2 Gent. I shall.
[Erit. Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv'd?
Cas. Most fortunately: he hath achiev'd a maid That paragons description, and wild fame; One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, And in the essential vesture of creation, Does bear all excellency.--How now? who has put
Re-enter second Gentleman.
2 Gent. ''Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.
Cas. He has had most favourable and happy speed: Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands, Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel, As having sense of beauty, do omit Their mortal natures, letting go safely by The divine Desdemona. Mon.
What is she? Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's cap
tain, Left in the conduct of the bold Iago;
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts,
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO,
I thank you, valiant Cassio. What tidings can you
tell me of
lord ? Cas. He is not yet arriv'd; nor know I aught But that he's well, and will be shortly here.
Des. O, but I fear;—How lost you company?
Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship: But, hark! a sail.
[Cry within, A sail, a sail! Then Guns heard. 2 Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel; This likewise is a friend, Cas.
See for the news.
[Exit Gentleman Good ancient, you are welcome;--Welcome, mistress :
[TO EMILIA. Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding That gives me this bold show of courtesy.
Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips,
Alas, she has no speech.
You have little cause to say so.
Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk;
Emil. You shall not write my praise.
No, let me not.
should'st praise me?
harbour ? Ingo. Ay, madam.
Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise,