Hub. Come 'tis now too late To look back at the ports: good luck, and enter. [Exeunt.
SCENA II.
Enter Goswin.
Gos. Still blow'st thou there? and from all other parts,
Do all my agents sleep, that nothing comes?
There's a conspiracy of windes, and servants,
If not of Elements, to ha' me break;
What should I think unless the Seas, and Sands
Had swallow'd up my ships? or fire had spoil'd
My ware-houses? or death devour'd my Factors?
I must ha' had some returns.
Enter Merchants.
1 Mer. 'Save you Sir.
Gos. 'Save you.
1 Mer. No news yet o' your Ships?
Gos. Not any yet Sir.
1 Mer. 'Tis strange. [Exit.