First Sailor. There is no need for you to drown. Give us our pardon and we will bring you home on your own ship, and make an end of this man that is leading us to death.
Dectora. I promise it.
Aibric. I am on his side.
I’d strike a blow for him to give him time
To cast his dreams away.
First Sailor. He has put a sudden darkness over the moon.
Dectora. Nine swords with handles of rhinoceros horn
To him that strikes him first.
First Sailor. I will strike him first. No! for that music of his might put a beast’s head upon my shoulders, or it may be two heads and they devouring one another.
Dectora. I’ll give a golden galley full of fruit