Ware. Gentlemen, 'tis false.
Cast off your cloud. D'ye know me, sir?
Plot. My uncle!
Sea. And do you know me, sir?
Tim. My father!
Ware. Nay,
We'll open all the plot; reveal yourself.
Plot. Cypher, the waterman!
Quart. Salewit, away!
I feel a tempest coming.
[Exit Quartfield and Salewit.
Ware. Are you struck
With a torpedo, nephew?
Sea. Ha' you seen too
A Gorgon's head, that you stand speechless? or
Are you a fish in earnest?