sea was my sister drowned.
Ant. Alas the day!
Seb. A lady, sir, [though] it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though
I could [not with such estimable wonder] overfar believe
that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a
mind that [envy could not but] call fair. She is drowned
already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her
remembrance again with more.
Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.