Sail. I cannot tell.
Ful.What could it be?
Sail.D’ye see,
My lady, ’tis the Admiral’s boat, this galley.
It’s not for me ....
Ful.There’s not a breath of wind.
Sail. The mischief was aboard.
Ful.You know no more?
Sail. Nothing, my lady.
Ful.Then begone; to-morrow