Nicu. Yes, we have sometimes seen the shadow of a place inhabited;
And heard the noise of hunters;
And have attempted [t]o find it, o far as a River,
Deep, slow, and dangerous, fenced with high Rocks,
We have gone; but not able to atchieve that hazard,
Return to our old miseries.
If this sad story may deserve your pities.
Alb. Ye shall aboard with us, we will relieve your miseries:
Sebast. Nor will we be unthankful for this benefit,
No Gentlemen, we'll pay for our deliverance;
Look ye that plough the Seas for wealth and pleasures,
That out-run day and night with your ambitions,
Look on those heaps, they seem hard ragged quarries;
Remove 'em, and view 'em fully.
Mast. Oh heaven, they are Gold and Jewels.
Sebast. Be not too hasty, here lies another heap.
Moril. And here another,
All perfect Gold.
Alb. Stand farther off, you must not be your own carvers.
Lam. We have shares, and deep ones.
Fran. Yes Sir, we'll maintain't: ho fellow Sailors.
Lam. Stand all to your freedoms;
I'll have all this.