Clo. ges, how it takes vp the shore, but that’s not to the point:
Clo. Oh, the most pitteous cry of the poore soules, sometimes
Clo. with yest and froth, as you’ld thrust a Corke into a hogs‑head.
Clo.
for helpe, and said his name was Antigonus, a Nobleman:
Clo. But to make an end of the Ship, to see how the Sea flap
Clo. dragon’d it: but first, how the poore soules roared, and