 (Cassio to the previous ones.)
Cassio. Thanks shall the brave men of this warlike island have for being such good friends to the Moor—Heaven preserve him from the fury of the elements; I have lost him in a perilous sea.
Montano.
Is his ship any good?
Cassio.
His ship is well-built, and his pilot a man of
experience and proven skill: so I am not without
hope.
Behind the Scene
A sail! a sail! a sail!
Cassio.
What does this noise mean?
1st Officer: The city is empty; the people stand in droves on the shore, and they shout: A sail!
Cassio.
I hope it’s the commander-in-chief’s.
Officer.
They express their joy to him with cheers; they are
friends, at least.
Cassio. I beg you, my lord, go and bring us certainty as to who has arrived.
Officer.
I want.
(ab.)
Montano.
But my dear Lieutenant, is your general married?
Cassio. Yes, and most fortunately; he has brought forth a young wife who surpasses all that extravagant rumor can say in her praise: a wife whose beauty shames the brush of the finest painter, and who, in an earthly garment, is a true excerpt of all the perfections of creation—
