Theyr hertes begyn to fayle.”
The mocking remarks of the seamen are painful to bear. Says the captain:
“Some ar lyke to cowgh and grone
Or hit be full mydnyght;”
and then turning to his men:
“ ‘Hale the bowelyne! now, vere the shete!
Cooke, make redy anoon our mete,
Our pylgryms have no lust to ete,
I pray God yeve hem rest!’
‘Go to the helm! what, howe! no nere?