Ger. You have no ships lost lately?
Gos. None, that I know of.
Ger. I hope you have spilt no blood, whose innocence May lay this on your conscience.
Gos. Clear, by Heaven.
Ger. Why should you be thus then?
Gos. Good Gertrude ask not, Ev'n by the love you bear me.
Ger. I am obedient.
Gos. Go in, my fair, I will not be long from ye, Nor long I fear me with thee. At my return Dispose me as you please.
Ger. The good gods guide ye. [Exit.
Gos. Now for my self, which is the least I hope for, And when that fails, for mans worst fortune, pity. [Exit.