KING. Lay to! Here is the place—the arbor here.
RACHEL. The skiff is rocking—hold me, lest I fall.
[The KING has jumped to the shore.]
RACHEL. And must I walk to shore upon this board
So thin and weak?
KING. Here, take my hand, I pray!
RACHEL. No, no, I'm dizzy.
GARCERAN (to himself).
Dizzy are you? Humph!
KING (who has conducted her to the shore).
It is accomplished now—this mighty task!