And still grows louder.—
Mas. It has been stubborn weather.
2d Gent. Strange work at sea: I fear me there's old tumbling.
1st Gent. Bless my old uncle's bark! I have a venture.
2d Gent. And I more than I'd wish to lose.
Schol. Do you fear?
2nd Gent. Ha! how he looks!
Mas. Nay, mark him better, gentlemen.
2d Gent. Mercy upon me! how his eyes are altered!