1128Lychor. Heere is a thing too young for such a place,

1129Who if it had conceit, would die, as I am like to doe:

1130Take in your armes this peece of your dead Queene.

1131Peri. How? how Lychorida?

1132Lycho. Patience (good sir) do not assist the storme,

1133Heer's all that is left liuing of your Queene;

1134A litle Daughter: for the sake of it,

1135Be manly, and take comfort.

1136Per. O you Gods!

1137Why do you make vs loue your goodly gyfts,

1138And snatch them straight away? we heere below,

1139Recall not what we giue, and therein may

1140Vse honour with you.

1141Lycho. Patience (good sir) euen for this charge.

1142Per. Now mylde may be thy life,

1143For a more blusterous birth had neuer Babe:

1144Quiet and gentle thy conditions; for

1145Thou art the rudelyest welcome to this world,

1146That euer was Princes Child: happy what followes,

1147Thou hast as chiding a natiuitie,

1148As Fire, Ayre, Water, Earth, and Heauen can make,

1149To harould thee from the wombe:

1150Euen at the first, thy losse is more then can

1151Thy portage quit, with all thou canst find heere:

1152Now the good Gods throw their best eyes vpon't.

11541.Sayl. What courage sir? God saue you.

1155Per. Courage enough, I do not feare the flaw,

1156It hath done to me the worst: yet for the loue

1157Of this poore Infant, this fresh new sea-farer,

1158I would it would be quiet.

11591.Sayl. Slake the bolins there; thou wilt not wilt thou:

1160Blow and split thy selfe.

11612.Sayl. But Sea-roome, and the brine and cloudy billow

1162Kisse the Moone, I care not.