CLO.
Who are you,
That in defiance of known proclamation
Are found, at night-fall too, about this place?

FIFE.
Oh, my Lord, she--I mean he--

ROS.
Silence, Fife,
And let me speak for both.--Two foreign men,
To whom your country and its proclamations
Are equally unknown; and had we known,
Ourselves not masters of our lawless beasts
That, terrified by the storm among your rocks,
Flung us upon them to our cost.

FIFE.
My mule--

CLO.
Foreigners? Of what country?

ROS.
Muscovy.

CLO.
And whither bound?