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Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre:
His queen with child, makes her desire
(Which who shall cross?) along to go;
(Omit we all their dole and woe.)"Ib.
Note 66.Page 262.
"Lych. Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm:
Here's all that is left living of your queen,
A little daughter."Ib.
Note 67.Page 262.
"Enter two Sailors.
"1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you.
"Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw;
It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love
Of this poor infant, this fresh new sea-farer,
I would it would be quiet.
"1 Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow and split thyself.
"2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not.
