And mock’d the dead bones that lay scatter’d by.
Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death
[35] To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?
[♦] Clar. Methought I had; and often did I strive
[♦] To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood
[♦] Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
[♦] To seek the empty, vast and wandering air;
40 But smother’d it within my panting bulk,
[♦] Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
[♦] Brak. Awaked you not with this sore agony?