761714Can hold the morties, --- What shall we heare of this?

762715Gent. A segregation of the Turkish Fleete:

763716For doe but stand vpon the banning shore,

764717The chiding billow seemes to pelt the cloudes,

765718The winde shak'd surge, with high and monstrous mayne,

766719Seemes to cast water, on the burning Beare,

767720And quench the guards of th'euer fired pole,

768721I neuer did, like molestation view,

769722On the inchafed flood.

770723Mon. If that the Turkish Fleete

771724Be not inshelter'd, and embayed, they are drown'd,

772725It is impossible they beare it out.

774727Gent. Newes Lords, your warres are done:

775728The desperate Tempest hath so bang'd the

Turke,

776729That their designement halts: Another shippe of Venice hath seene

730A greeuous wracke and sufferance

778731On most part of the Fleete.

779732Mon. How, is this true?

780733Gent. The shippe is heere put in:

734A Veronessa, Michael Cassi}o,

781735Leiutenant to the warlike Moore Othello,

782736Is come ashore: the Moore himselfe at Sea,

783737And is in full Commission here for Cypres,

785738Mon. I am glad on't, tis a worthy Gouernour.

786739Gent. But this same Cassio, tho he speake of comfort,

787740Touching the Turkish losse, yet he lookes sadly,

788741And prayes the Moore be safe, for they were parted,

789742With foule and violent Tempest.

790743Mon. Pray Heauen he be:

791744For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands

792745Like a full Souldier:

746Lets to the sea side, ho,

793747As well to see the vessell that's come in,