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Rh. Lay her a-hold, a-hold I set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

. What, must our mouths be cold?

. The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,

For our case is as theirs.

. I'm out of patience.

. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:

This wide-chapp'd rascal—would thou mightst lie drowning

The washing of ten tides!

. He'll be hang'd yet,

Though every drop of water swear against it

And gape at widest to glut him.

[A confused noise within:—'Mercy on us!'—'We split, we split!'—'Farewell my wife and children!'—