Third Gentleman
Come, let’s do so:
For every minute is expectancy
Of more arrivance.
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 us him on a dangerous sea.
Montano
Is he well shipp’d?
Cassio
His bark is stoutly timber’d, his pilot
Of very expert and approved allowance;
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.
A cry within “A sail, a sail, a sail!”
Cassio
What noise?
Fourth Gentleman
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.
Guns heard.