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WHAT from the Cape can you difcern at fea,

i Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high-wrought I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main [food; Descry a fail.

Mont. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at A fuller blast ne'er Shook our battlements : [land; If it hath ruffianed so upon the sea, [them, (20) What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on

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(2:0) What ribs of ock, when the huge mountains melt,

Con hold the mortise ??] This is an arbitrary change of Mr Pope's, without any authority or reason, but the smoothing the versification. But, I am afraid, this great critic was dreaming of mountains at land; and there, be thought, could not well melt on ribs of oak (i. e. fhips at fea.) But our Poet happens to mean, waves as big as mountains; and there are often known to melt on ihips : nor is any metaphor more common in poetry. So, again, afterwards, in this very play;

And let the lab'ring bark climb hills of feas
Olympus-high :

and anon behold
The strong-ribbed bark through liquid mountains cuts.

Troil and Crui
Like as we see the wrathful fer from far,
In a great mountain heaped, with hideous noise,
With thousand billows beat against the Illips. Locrine.

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Can hold the mortise? what shall we hear of this?

2 Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet; For do but stand upon the foaming shore, The chiding billows seem to pelt the clouds; The wind-thaked surge, with high and monstrous Seems to cast water on the burning bear, [main, And quench the guards of th' ever-fired pole; . I never did like molestation view On the enchafed flood.

Mont. If that the Turkish fleet Be not enheltered, and embayed, they're drowned; It is impotible to bear it out.

Enter a third Gentleman. 3 Gent. News, Lords, our wars are done: The desperate tempeft hath so banged the Turks, That their designment halts. (21)

A noble ship of Venice Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance

And so Beaumont and Fletcher in their Elder Brother ;

The merchant, when he ploughs the angry sea up,

And fees the mountain billows talling on him. In all which passages our Poets have but imitated their predecessors the Ciallics.

Πορφύριον δ' άρα κύμα περισάθη ύρει ίσον,

Hom. Odil. n. 2420
Κύματά τε τροφίενθα, πελώρια, ίσα δρεσσιν: Οάν/- γ 290.

–ηλιβάλoισι δ' έoικαία, κυματόρεσσιν * Αλλοθεν αλλα φέροντος

Qu. Calaber. I; xiv.
Curvata in montis faciem circumftetit unda. Virg Geor. iv.

---fequitur cumulo preruptus aquæ mons. Idem, Æn. I.
Cum Mare furrexit, cumulusque iinmaris aquarum
In montis fpiciem curvari, et crescere visus. Ovid. Met. I. xv.
Me m'forum, quanti mortis volvuntur aquarum!

Id. Trift. 1. 1. El. mo (21) -Another ship of Venice

Hath seen a grievous wreck, &c.) But no ship, before this, has arrived, or brought any account of the Turkish fleet's distress : how then can this be called another ship? Oh,

On most part of the fleet.

Mont. How! is this true?

3. Gent. The thip is here put in, (22)
A Veronella; Michael Caflio,
Lieutenant of the warlike Moor Othello,
Is come on fhore; the Vioor himself's at fea,
And is in full commillion here for Cyprus.

Mont. I'm glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor, 3 Gent. But this fame Caflio, though he spca

of coinfort
Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks fadly,
And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted
With foul and violent tempeft.

Mont. Pray Heavens he be:
For I hare served him, and the man commands
Like a full foldier. Let's to the sea-side,
As well to see the vessel that's come in,
As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,
Even till we make the main and the ærial blue
An indistinct regard.

Gent. Come, let's do so;
For every minute is expectancy
Of more arrivance.

but the eldest Quarto has called it so ; and, if there be a various reading, Mr Pope is pretty good at taking the wrong one.

The two elder Folios, and the Quarto in 1630, read, as I have restored to the text;

-A noble fhip of Venice. (22) - The ship is here put in;

A Veronesto, Michael Caffio, &c) But Michael Callio was no Veronese; we find, from other pafsages in the play, he was of Rome. I read with the best copies, only altering the pointing;

The ship is here put in,

A Veronelja; i. e. A vessel properly belonging to the state of Verona, but in the service of Venice: and Verona, I believe, does, by the Adige, send down thips to the Adriatic.

Enter CAS$10. Cal. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike ifke, That so approve the Mcor: Oh, let the heavens Give liim defence against the elements, For I have lost him on a dangerous sea.

Mont. Is he well-thipped ?

Caf. His bark is itoutly timbered, and his pilot Of

very expert and approved allowance ; Thcrcfore

my hopes, not surfeited to death, Stand in bold cure.

IVithin.] A fail, a fail, a fail !
Caf. What noise ?

Gent. The town is empty; on the brow of the sea Stand ranks of people, and they cry, a fail !

Caf. My hopes do shape him for the governor.

Gent. They do discharge their ihot of courtesy: Our friends at least.

Caf. I pray you, Sir, go forth,
And give us truth who 'tis that is arrived.
Gent. I shall.

[Exit. Mont. But, good Lieutenant, is your general

wived ? Caf. Most fortunately, he hath atchieved a maid That paragons description and wild fame: One that excels the quirks of blaz’ning pens, And in the essential vesture of creation Does bear all excellency

Enter Gentleman. How now? who has put in?

Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Ancient to the General.

Caf. H'as had most favourable and happy fpeed: Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, The guttered rocks, and congregated sands, (Traitors ensteered to clog the guiltless keel)

As having sense of beauty, do omit
Their mortal natures, letting fafe go by
The divine Desdemona.

Mont. What is she?

Caf. She that I fpake of, our great Captain's Left in the conduct of the bold lago, [Captain, Whofe footing here anticipates our thoughts, A fe'nnight's speed. Great Jove, Othello guard! And iwell his fail with thine own powerful breath, That he may bless this bay with bis tall thip, Make Love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms, Give renewed fire to our extinguished fpirits, And bring all Cyprus comfort Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, RODORIGO, and ÆMILIA. O behold! The riches of the ship is come on shore: You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees. Hail to thee, Lady! and the grace of Heaven, Before, behind thee, and on every

hand Enwheel thee round.

Def. I thank you, valiant Caffio:
What tidings can you tell me of my Lord?

Caf: He is not yet arrived, nor know I aught
But that he's well, and will be shortly here.

Def. O, but I fear---how lost you company?

Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship. But hark, a fail!

Within.] A fail, a fail !

Gent. They give this greeting to the citadel: This likewise is a friend.

Caf. See for the news: Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome, mistress,

[To Emilia, Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, That I extend my manners. 'Tis my breeding,

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