A mind diseased no remedy can physic.”
(Here the ship gave a lurch and he grew sea-sick.)
“Sooner shall heaven kiss earth!” (Here he fell sicker.)
“Oh, Julia! what is every other woe?
(For God’s sake let me have a glass of liquor;
Pedro, Battista, help me down below.)
Julia, my love! (you rascal, Pedro, quicker)
Oh, Julia! (this curst vessel pitches so)
Beloved Julia, hear me still beseeching!”
(Here he grew inarticulate with retching.)