The things we do!

See yet still,
Still theire coates beare them upp, keepe them aloft;
The modest ayer not willinge to discover
That which the bawdy waves shame not belowe
Rudely to lifte and handle.
_Ashb_. Blesse them heaven!
The wind and tyde still beate them towards the shore,
But oh that cursed billowe hath devyded
And parted them asunder. Yet all's well;
They still beare upp. If they but scape the next
There may bee hope of safetye.
_Godfr_. One's driven this way,
The tother that; the men shift for themselves,
Howe shall we save thes women?
_Ashb_. No meanes unlesse we leape downe from the rockes,
And that's meare desperation. Yet to showe
Our charityes to wretches thus extreame,
Lett's see if wee can find the least descent
And hasten to theire suckor.
_Godfr_. By your favour,
I had rather they with brine shoold break their bellys
Then I my neck with clamberinge.
_Explicit Actus primus_.


_Actus 2_.
SCENA PRIMA.

_Storme continewed. Enter Palestra all well, as newly
shipwreckd and escapt the fury of the seas_.


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