And all the rest o’ the fleet.
Ari.
Safely in harbour
Is the king’s ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex’d [Bermoothes], there she’s hid:
230 The mariners all under hatches stow’d;
[Who], with a charm join’d to their suffer’d labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o’ the fleet,
Which I dispersed, they all have met again,