Will send to sea.
Hub. Dissembler! Well he knows
A victory on the sea means England lost,
So many traitor hearts will league with France
And sell their country for one castle more.
Rol. What now? We've little time. 'Tis almost day.
The moon is down, and the raw, rising air
Sucks in approaching light. What must be done?
Hub. The Cinque Ports yield me forty ships.
With these