Amint. The storm grows greater, what shall we do?
Alb. Let's in:
And ask heavens mercy; my strong mind yet presages,
Through all these dangers, we shall see a day yet
Shall crown your pious hopes, and my fair wishes. [Exit.
Enter Master, Sailors, Gentlemen, and Boatswain.
Mast. It must all over-board.
Boats. It clears to Sea-ward Mast.
Fling o'er the Lading there, and let's lighten her;
All the meat, and the Cakes, we are all gone else;
That we may find her Leaks, and hold her up;
Yet save some little Bisket for the Lady,
Till we come to the Land.
Lam. Must my Goods over too?
Why honest Master? here lies all my money;
The Money I ha wrackt by usury,
To buy new Lands and Lordships in new Countreys,
'Cause I was banish'd from mine own
I ha been this twenty years a raising it.
Tib. Out with it:
The devils are got together by the ears, who shall have it;
And here they quarrel in the clouds.
Lam. I am undone Sir:
Tib. And be undone, 'tis better than we [perish].
Lam. Oh save one Chest of Plate.