Cesar. With whom?
Sail. With me Sir; despise not this pitch'd Canvas; the
time was we have known them lin'd with Spanish Duckets;
I have news for you:
Cesar. For me!
Sail. Not unless you'll drink;
We are like our Sea provision, once out of pickle,
We require abundance of drink; I have news to tell you,
That were you Prince,
Would make you send your mandate
To have a thousand bonfires made i'th' City
And pist out agen with nothing but Greek wine.
Cesar. Come, I will drink with thee howsoever.
Sail. And upon these terms I will utter my mind to you. [Exeunt.
Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Alberto, Prospero, Juliana and Sailors.
Sail.
Shall we bring your necessaries ashore my Lord?