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SECOND PASSENGER.

Ay, so in truth thou dost; I said my prayers

Devoutly as the tempest louder wax'd,
Nor am ashamed to own it.

SECOND MARINER.

Nor needs to be so; seaman as I am,

Let me, as oft as fortune beckons me,
On summer seas or rough December's waves,
Career it boldly with my jolly mates;
But let me die at last in mine own cot,
With all my kinsfolk round me. My poor wife!
She listens to the winds when others sleep,
And thinks.—Well, well! we are all safe on shore.

THIRD MARINER.

But, saving this, what have we else to cheer us?

Men on dry land are hungry and lack food;
We cannot live on safety only. See,
Here comes a countryman. Ho! friend, I say!
(Calling off the stage.)

(Voice answering without.)

What dost thou say? I cannot hear thy words.

THIRD MARINER.

Come hither, if thou hast a Christian heart,

Or any charity; come near, I pray thee.

Enter Pietro.

PIETRO.

What is your will with me?