the firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.
Shep. Why, boy, how is it?
Clo. I would you did but see how it chafes, how it rages,
how it [takes] up the shore! but that's not to the point. O,
the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em,
[and not] to see 'em; now the ship boring the moon with her
main-mast, and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as
you'ld thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then [for the]
[land-service], to see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone;
how he cried to me for help and said his name was Antigonus,