Page 1445 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

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, [40]
For every minute is expectancy

Of more arrivance.

Enter Cassio.

CASSIO
Thanks to the valiant of this worthy isle,
That so approve the Moor, and let the heavens
Give him defence against their elements, [45]

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, [50]
Stand in bold cure.
Within: “A sail, a sail, a sail!”.

Enter a 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