to sea again: lay her off.

[Enter MARINERS, Wet]

MARINERS.
All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

[Exeunt]

BOATSWAIN.
What, must our mouths be cold?

GONZALO.
The King and Prince at prayers! let us assist them,
For our case is as theirs.

SEBASTIAN.
I am out of patience.

ANTONIO.
We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.--
This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou might'st lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!

GONZALO.
He'll be hang'd yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

[A confused noise within:--'Mercy on us!'--