MRS. F.
Keep near! we’re going further off; the land’s behind our backs.
STERNE’S MARIA.
BOATMAN.
Be easy, Ma’am, it’s all correct, that’s only ’cause we tacks:
We shall have to beat about a bit,—Bill, keep her out to sea.
MRS. F.
Beat who about? keep who at sea?—how black they look at me!