Indeed, they are disproportioned. My letters say a hundred and seven galleys.
There’s no composition in this news. That gives them credit
And mine, two hundred. But though they jump not on a just account. —yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
And mine a hundred and forty
What, ho, what, ho, what, ho!
Nay, it is possible enough to judgment. I do not so secure me in the error,
A messenger from the galleys.
How say you by this
This cannot be, By no assay of reason. 'Tis a pageant, To keep us in false gaze. When we consider Th' importancy of Cyprus to the Turk And let ourselves again but understand That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes But altogether lacks th’ abilities That Rhodes is dressed in. If we make thought of this We must not think the Turk is so unskillful To leave that latest which concerns him first, Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain To wake and wage a danger profitless.
Here is more news
The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Have there injointed them with an after fleet.