<SPEECH 1><ACT 1><SCENE 3><9%>
<MESSENGER>	<10%>
	The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
	Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,
	Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
</MESSENGER>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 1><SCENE 3><9%>
<MESSENGER>	<10%>
	Of thirty sail; and now they do re-stem
	Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
	Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
	Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
	With his free duty recommends you thus,
	And prays you to believe him.
</MESSENGER>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 2><SCENE 1><21%>
<MESSENGER>	<23%>
	The town is empty; on the brow o' the sea
	Stand ranks of people, and they cry, 'A sail!'
</MESSENGER>

