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- # The Play of
1. Sir your Queene must ouer board, the sea workes his,
The Wind is lowd, and will not lie till the Ship
Be cleard of the dead.
*Per.* That's your superstition.
1. Pardon vs, sir, with vs at Sea it hath bin still observed,
And we are strong in easlteme, therefore briefly yeeld er,
*Per.* As you thinkemeer, for she must ouer board straights
Most wretched Queene.
*Lycher.* Heere she lyes sir.
*Peri.* A terrible Child-bed hast thou had (my deare,
No light, no fire, th'rnfriendly elements,
Fargot thee vtterly, nor haue I time
To giue thee hallowd to thy graue, but straight,
Must cast thee scarcly Coffind, in oare,
Where for a monument vpon thy bones,
The ayre remayning lampes, the belching Whale,
And humming Water must orewelme thy corpes,
Lying with simple shells : & *Lycherida,*
Bid *Nefor* bring me Spices, Incke, and Taper,
My Casket, and my Jewels ; and bid *Nicander*
Bring me the Sattin Coffin : lay the Babe
Vpon the Pillow ; hie thee whiles I say
A priestly farewell to her (sodainely, woman.
2. Sir, we haue a Chist beneath the hatches,
Caulkt and bitturned ready.
*Peri.* I thanke thee : Mariner say, what Coast is this?
2. Wee are neere *Thorsus.*
*Peri.* Thither gentle Mariner,
Alter thy course for *Tyro* : When canst thou reach it?
2. By breake of day, if the Wind cease.
*Peri.* O make for *Thorsus,*
There will I visit *Cleon*, for the Babe
Cannot hold out to *Tyrus* ; there Ile leaue it
At carefull nursing : goe thy wayes good Mariner,
Ile bring the body presently.
Exit.
Enter
III. i. 47—83
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