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- ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE
Oonzalo. The king and prince at prayers ! let 's assist them,
For our case is as theirs,
Sebastian. I 'm out of patience.
Antonio. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards :
This wide-chapp'd rascal, — would thou mightst liedrowning
The washing of ten tides I
Oonzalo, He'll be hang'd yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at widest to glut him.
[A confused noise witliin : '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.
Oonzalo. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, anything.
The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry
death. [Exeunt.
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