Mast. We have liv'd all with you, [Boy a top.
And will die with you General.
Ses. I thank you Gentlemen.
Boy above. A Sail, a Sail.
Mast. A cheerful sound.
Boy. A Sail.
Boats. Of whence? of whence boy?
Boy. A lusty Sail.
Daugh. Look right, and look again.
Boy. She plows the Sea before her,
And fomes i'th' mouth.
Boats. Of whence?