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Jackson, Helen Hunt, 1830-1885

"A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 4"

If they have I sweare they have showed themselves
much madder then the tempest.
_Ashb_. I hope they have bin more discreate and wyse
Then with the hazard of my boates and netts
To indanger theire owne lyves.
_Godfr_. See: do you see, Syr?
_Ashb_. What?
_Godfr_. Why, yonder.
_Ashb_. Where?
_Godfr_. There towards yon shore.
_Ashb_. A shipp laboringe for liffe
Nowe cast upon the rocks, nowe splitt, nowe sinkinge,
Nowe dasht to peeces.
_Godfr_. I see all mischeifes do not com by land,
Som's doone upon the water.
_Ashb_. Though theire goodes perishe,
Yet in thy mercy, heaven, protect theire lyves.
Som sitt upon the planks, som on the masts,
Som hange upon the cables, and som few
Have only gott the cock-boat; others swimme.
Oh that wee shoold beehold theire misery
And want power to assiste them!
_Godfr_. Sure, syr, it was som shipp of passengers,
For see you not too women? daynty ducks!
Would they coold swime as ducks can, see how they spread
And cast theire legges abroad lyke naked frogges!
See howe they spread theire armes and stryve for lyfe!
I[70] would I weare som Dolphin or some whayle
That they might sitt astryde upon my backe
To beare them safe ashore; but I as yet
Could neare indure still water.


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