| ACT II.
1. SCENE I. A seaport in Cyprus. A Platform.
 [Enter Montano and two Gentlemen.]
 MONTANO.
What from the cape can you discern at sea?
 
 FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought flood;
 I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main,
 Descry a sail.
 
 MONTANO.
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?
 
 SECOND GENTLEMAN.
A segregation of the Turkish fleet:
 For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
 The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds;
 The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main,
 Seems to cast water on the burning Bear,
 And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole;
 I never did like molestation view
 On the enchafed flood.
 
 MONTANO.
If that the Turkish fleet
 Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd;
 It is impossible to bear it out.
 
 [Enter a third Gentleman.]
 THIRD GENTLEMAN.
News, lads! our wars are done.
 The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks
 That their designment halts; a noble ship of Venice
 Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
 On most part of their fleet.
 
 MONTANO.
How! is this true?
 
 THIRD GENTLEMAN.
The ship is here put in,
 A Veronessa; Michael Cassio,
 Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello,
 Is come on shore: the Moor himself's at sea,
 And is in full commission here for Cyprus.
 
 MONTANO.
I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor.
 
 THIRD GENTLEMAN.
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.
 
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