Sam. Let's find him first, he'll quickly give occasion,
But take heed to your self, and say I warn'd ye;
He has a plaguey pate.
Hyl. That at my danger. [Exeunt.
[Musick.
SCENE V.
Enter Saylers singing, to them Michael, and Francis.
Sayl. Aboard, aboard, the wind stands fair.
Mich. These call for Passengers, I'll stay and see
What men they take aboard.
Fran. A Boat, a Boat, a Boat.
Sayl. Away then.
Fran. Whither are ye bound, Friends?
Sayl. Down to the Straits.