Fer.Lady, ’tis worth the pains
To cross from Spain to see you.
Mar.From that I guess
That you are a better sailor than the duke.
Fer. Nay, you judge wrong.
Mar.Have you then ate no dinner?
Fer. Now if I had not, I’d blame your stormy town
Before the sea for that: since we left ship
We are cabined in this house; to pass the door
Were to leap overboard in a whole gale.