From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
230 I’ld strive to tell you. We were dead of [sleep],
And—how we know not—all clapp’d under hatches;
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And [more] diversity of sounds, all horrible,
235 We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;
Where we, in all [her] trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master