Two shirts apiece, for baggage they took,
Tied up into a wallet or pock,
Around the Prince’s neck and shoulder,
Like master and man they trudge together.
So here we leave them for a while
In lonesome caves and mountains wild.
The others two days hover’d near,
And sunk their boat through perfect fear,
Both night and day lay in the field,
Nought but the sails they had for bield,