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SC. I] his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

Re-enter Boatswain.

. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather or our office.

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Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

. A plague o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!

. Work you then.

. Hang, cur! hang, you insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell.