Boy. I ken not yet sir.
Ses. Oh may she prove of Naples.
Mast. Prove the Devil,
We'll spit out fire as thick as she.
Boy. Hoy.
Mast. Brave boy.
Boy. Of Naples, Naples, I think of Naples Master,
Methinks I see the Arms.
Mast. Up, up another,
And give more certain signs. [Exit Sailor.
Ses. All to your business,
And stand but right and true.
Boats. Hang him that halts now.
Boy. Sh'as us in chase.