sea-side, ho! As well to see the vessel that’s come in As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello, Even till we make the main and the aerial blue An indistinct regard. 

THIRD GENTLEMAN. Come, let’s do so; For every minute is expectancy Of more arrivance. 

 Enter Cassio.

Cassio

CASSIO. Thanks you, the valiant of this warlike isle, That so approve the Moor! O, let the heavens Give him defence against the elements, For I have lost him on a dangerous sea. 

MONTANO. Is he well shipp’d? 

CASSIO. 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 a Messenger.

Messenger

CASSIO. What noise? 

MESSENGER. The town is empty; on the brow o’ the sea Stand ranks of people, and they cry “A sail!” 

CASSIO. My hopes do shape him for the governor. 

 [A shot.]

SECOND GENTLEMAN. They do discharge their shot of courtesy. Our friends at least. 

CASSIO. I pray you, sir, go forth, And give us truth who ’tis that is arriv’d. 

SECOND GENTLEMAN. I shall. 

 [Exit.]

MONTANO. But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv’d? 

CASSIO. 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 tire the ingener. 

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