Though every drop of water swear against it
And gape at widest to glut him.
[A confused noise within:—'Mercy on us!'— 'We split, we split!'—'Farewell my wife and children!'— 'Farewell, brother!'—'We split, we split, we split!']
Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exeunt Antonio and Sebastian.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, ling, heath, broom, furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
[Exeunt.