Clo. but I am not to say it is a Sea, for it is now the skie, be‑twixt
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.