Hub. And portioned to every vessel?
Ger. Ay, sir.
Hub. Well despatched?
Ger. The men heaved as though the sacks held all the pope's treasury and they were to take their pay out of it.
Hub. Yet they found the contents not so heavy as gold, I hope.
Ger. Nor so light as feathers, sir.
Hub. But I pray they'll fly as well, and more to the purpose. Aboard with you now. I'll not be long behind you.
[Exit Gersa]
If this, my careful stratagem, should fail,