Cassio (cont.)
Does tire the ingener.
Second Gentleman
’Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.
Cassio
Has had most favourable and happy speed:
Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,
The gutter’d rocks and congregated sands—
Traitors ensteep’d to clog the guiltless keel—
As having sense of beauty, do omit
Their mortal natures, letting go safely by
The divine Desdemona.
Montano
What is she?