Mariners
All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Boatswain.
What, must our mouths be cold?
Gonzalo.
The king and prince at prayers! let’s assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
Sebastian.
For our case is as theirs.I’m out of patience.
Antonio.
We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chapp’d rascal—would thou mightst lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!
Gonzalo.
The washing of ten tides!He ’ll be hang’d yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it
And gape at widest to glut him.
[A confused noise within: “Mercy on us!”—
“We split, we split!”—“Farewell, my wife and children!”—
“Farewell, brother!—“ We split, we split, we split!”]
Antonio.
Let ’s all sink with the king.
Sebastian.
Let ’s take leave of him. [Exeunt Antonio and Sebastian.
