Trinc. What, must our mouths be cold then?
Vent. All's lost. To prayers, to prayers.
Gonz. The duke and prince are gone within to prayers. Let's assist them.
Must. Nay, we may e'en pray too, our Case is now alike.
Ant. Mercy upon us! we split, we split!
Gonz. Let's all sink with the duke, and the young prince.
[Exeunt.
Enter Stephano and Trincalo.
Trinc. The ship is sinking.
[A new cry within.
Steph. Run her ashore!
Trinc. Luff! luff! or we are all lost! there's a rock upon the starboard-bow.