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472 Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre: His queen with child, makes her desire (Which who shall cross?) along to go; (Omit we all their dole and woe.)"

"1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you.

"Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw;

It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love

Of this poor infant, this fresh new sea-farer,

I would it would be quiet.

"1 Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow and split thyself.

"2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not.

"1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard; the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be clear'd of the dead.