Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
And Montague our topmast; what of him?
15 Our slaughter’d friends the tackles; what of these?
[♦] Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
And Somerset another goodly mast?
[♦] The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
20 For once allow’d the skilful pilot’s charge?
We will not from the helm to sit and weep,