Sebastian
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Boatswain
Work you then.
Antonio
Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gonzalo
I’ll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
Boatswain
Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off.
Mariners
All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Boatswain
What, must our mouths be cold?
Gonzalo
The king and prince at prayers! let’s assist them,