11631. Sir your Queene must ouer board, the sea workes hie,

1164The Wind is lowd, and will not lie till the Ship

1165Be cleard of the dead.

1166Per. That's your superstition.

11671. Pardon vs, sir; with vs at Sea it hath bin still obserued.

1168And we are strong in easterne, therefore briefly yeeld'er,

1169Per. As you thinke meet; for she must ouer board straight:

1170Most wretched Queene.

1171Lychor. Heere she lyes sir.

1172Peri. A terrible Child-bed hast thou had (my deare,

1173No light, no fire, th'vnfriendly elements,

1174Forgot thee vtterly, nor haue I time

1175To giue thee hallowd to thy graue, but straight,

1176Must cast thee scarcly Coffind, in oare,

1177Where for a monument vpon thy bones,

1178The ayre remayning lampes, the belching Whale,

1179And humming Water must orewelme thy corpes,

1180Lying with simple shels: ô Lychorida,

1181Bid Nestor bring me Spices, Incke, and Taper,

1182My Casket, and my Iewels; and bid Nicander

1183Bring me the Sattin Coffin: lay the Babe

1184Vpon the Pillow; hie thee whiles I say

1185A priestly farewell to her: sodainely, woman.

11862. Sir, we haue a Chist beneath the hatches,

1187Caulkt and bittumed ready.

1188Peri. I thanke thee: Mariner say, what Coast is this?

11892. Wee are neere Tharsus.

1190Peri. Thither gentle Mariner,

1191Alter thy course for Tyre: When canst thou reach it?

11922. By breake of day, if the Wind cease.

1193Peri. O make for Tharsus,

1194There will I visit Cleon, for the Babe

1195Cannot hold out to Tyrus; there Ile leaue it

1196At carefull nursing: goe thy wayes good Mariner,

1197Ile bring the body presently. Exit..