CASSIO.
His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot
Of very expert and approv'd allowance;
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.
[Within.] A sail, a sail, a sail!
[Enter a fourth Gentleman.]
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 within.]
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
They do discharge their shot of courtesy:
Our friends at least.
CASSIO.
I pray you, sir, go forth,
And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
I shall.
[Exit.]
MONTANO.
But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv'd?
