Fran.
Sir, he may live:
I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water.
110 Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head
’Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar’d
Himself with his good arms in lusty [stroke]
To the shore, that o’er his wave-worn basis bow’d,
115 As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt