Anto. Hang, cur, hang! you insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drown’d than thou art.
Gonza. I’ll warrant him for drowning,[368-11] though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses![368-12] off to sea again: lay her off!
Re-enter Mariners, wet.
Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gonza. The King and Prince at prayers! let us assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
Sebas. I’m out of patience.
Anto. We’re merely[368-13] cheated out of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chopp’d rascal—would thou mightst lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!
Gonza. He’ll be hang’d yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at widest to glut[368-14] him.