Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Botes. Botes.
Botes. Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off
Botes. to Sea againe, lay her off.
Botes. Enter Mariners wet.
Mari. Mari.
Mari. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost.
Botes. What must our mouths be cold?
Gonz. Gonz.
Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's assist them,
Gonz. for our case is as theirs.
Sebas. Sebas.
Sebas. I'am out of patience.
An. An.
An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,
An. This wide‑chopt‑rascall, would thou mightst lye drow
An. ning the washing of ten Tides.
Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet,
Gonz. Though euery drop of water sweare against it,