DAUGHTER.
Come hither, you are a wise man.
FIRST FRIEND.
[Aside.] Does she know him?
SECOND FRIEND.
[Aside.] No, would she did.
DAUGHTER.
You are master of a ship?
JAILER.
Yes.
DAUGHTER.
Where’s your compass?
JAILER.
Here.
DAUGHTER.
Set it to th’ north.
And now direct your course to th’ wood, where Palamon
Lies longing for me. For the tackling,
Let me alone. Come, weigh, my hearts, cheerly.
ALL.
Owgh, owgh, owgh! ’Tis up, the wind’s fair!
Top the bowline; out with the mainsail;
Where’s your whistle, master?
BROTHER.
Let’s get her in.