AMESBURY.
You mean——
RICHARD
(impassioned).
I'd take the ocean!
ALL.
The ocean!
Zounds!
The harbor!
Does he mean it?
RICHARD.
Overboard—all of it! Listen. The ships are deserted: the sailors on shore drinking at different taverns. If we can go disguised, we can slip to the water front unnoticed. You know how many Indians roam our streets, and no one ever heeds them. We'll all be braves and chieftains.
AMESBURY.
But where are our disguises?