(Throws off mask, etc.)
Leon. Here is a harlequin sailor!
Fabio. Well resolved.
Alv. Wear them what other fool may list,
I’ll straight aboard, and if the wind and sea
Can rise as they were wont, I’ll stretch all sail
Toward the perdition she consigns me to.
Halloa there! (Whistles.)
Enter Sailors.
Sail. Captain?