f4f ha scritto:
			
		
	
	
		
		
			pazzeschi.... cioè in un giorno GS da  620 a  443 ??
oggi ha perso ancora??? 
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ACT 1. SCENE III. A council-chamber.
The DUKE and Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending
Duke of Venice
    There is no composition in these news
    That gives them credit.
First senator
    Indeed, they are disproportion'd;
    My letters say a hundred and seven galleys.
Duke of Venice
    And mine, a hundred and forty.
Second senator
    And mine, two hundred:
    But though they jump not on a just account,--
    As in these cases, where the aim reports,
    'Tis oft with difference--yet do they all confirm
    A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
Duke of Venice
    Nay, it is possible enough to judgment:
    I do not so secure me in the error,
    But the main article I do approve
    In fearful sense.
Sailor
    Within What, ho! what, ho! what, ho!
First officer
    A messenger from the galleys.
Enter a Sailor
Duke of Venice
    Now, what's the business?
Sailor
    The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes;
    So was I bid report here to the state
    By Signior Angelo.
Duke of Venice
    How say you by this change?
First senator
    This cannot be,
    By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant,
    To keep us in false gaze. When we consider
    The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk,
    And let ourselves again but understand,
    That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
    So may he with more facile question bear it,
    For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
    But altogether lacks the abilities
    That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of this,
    We must not think the Turk is so unskilful
    To leave that latest which concerns him first,
    Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
    To wake and wage a danger profitless.
Duke of Venice
    Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
First officer
    Here is more news.
Enter a Messenger
Messenger
    The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
    Steering with due course towards the isle of Rhodes,
    Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
First senator
    Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess?
Messenger
    Of thirty sail: and now they do restem
    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.
Duke of Venice
    'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.