Enter MONTANO and two
What from the cape can you discern at sea?
Nothing at all. It is a high-wrought flood.
I cannot ’twixt the heaven and the main
Descry a sail.
5Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land,
A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements.
If it hath ruffianed so upon the sea
What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,
Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?
10A segregation of the Turkish fleet.
For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds,
The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous mane,
Seems to cast water on the burning bear,
15And quench the guards of th' ever-fixèd
I never did like molestation view
On the enchafèd flood.
If that the Turkish fleet
Be not ensheltered and embayed, they are drowned.
20It is impossible they bear it out.
Enter a THIRD GENTLEMAN