When you and [those] poor number saved with you
Hung on [our] [driving] boat, I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself,
Courage and hope both teaching him the practice,
To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;
Where, like [Arion] on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
So long as I could see.
Vio. [For] saying so, there's gold:
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,