Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassi. That so approoue the Moore: Oh let the Heauens
Cassi. Giue him defence against the Elements,
Cassi. For I haue lost him on a dangerous Sea.
Mon. Mon.
Mon. Is he well ship'd?
Cassio. Cassio.
Cassio. His Barke is stoutly Timber'd, and his Pylot
Cassio. Of verie expert, and approu'd Allowance;
Cassio. Therefore my hope's (not surfetted to death)
Cassio. Stand in bold Cure.
Cassio. Within. A Saile, a Saile, a Saile.
Cassio. What noise?
Gent. Gent.
Gent. The Towne is empty; on the brow o'th'Sea
Gent. Stand rankes of People and they cry, a Saile.
Cassio. My hopes do shape him for the Gouernor.
Gent. They do discharge their Shot of Courtesie,