Come for your recompense. I know not yet
The Augusta’s pleasure.
The Sailors. Thank thee, thank thee, my lady.
[Exeunt Sailors.
Ful. ’Tis plain the men know nothing.
Sailor (returning). Please thee, lady,
If not too bold, we’ll ask thee if the Augusta
Has taken harm from being so long in the water.
Ful. Thank you, my men. I pray she’s none the worse.
Sail. ’Tis bitter cold, indeed. But I can tell