When theirs are on you?
Jua. (clinging to Manuel). Heav’ns!
Voices, within. This way! This way!
Man. They’re coming.
Gil (to Alonso). Listen! you can swim?
Alon. Alas—
Gil. I mean upon my shoulders. Manuel,
We two shall cross to Portugal,
Where follow us they may, but cannot seize us.
Meanwhile I leave you master of my house