_Alb._ Let's in: And ask heavens mercy; my strong mind yet presages, Through all these dangers, we shall see a day yet Shall crown your pious hopes, and my fair wishes. [_Exit._ _Enter Master, Sailors, Gentlemen, and Boatswain._ _Mast._ It must all over-board. _Boats._ It clears to Sea-ward Mast. Fling o'er the Lading there, and let's lighten her; All the meat, and the Cakes, we are all gone else; That we may find her Leaks, and hold her up; Yet save some little Bisket for the Lady, Till we come to the Land. _Lam._ Must my Goods over too? Why honest Master? here lies all my money; The Money I ha wrackt by usury, To buy new Lands and Lordships in new Countreys, 'Cause I was banish'd from mine own I ha been this twenty years a raising it. _Tib._ Out with it: The devils are got together by the ears, who shall have it; And here they quarrel in the clouds. _Lam._ I am undone Sir: _Tib._ And be undone, 'tis better than we [perish]. _Lam._ Oh save one Chest of Plate. _Tib._ Away with it lustily, Sailors; It was some pawn that he has got unjustly; Down with it low enough, and let Crabs breed in't. _Mast._ Over with the Trunks too. _Enter_ Albert. _Alb._ Take mine and spare not. _Mast._ We must over with all. _Fran._ Will ye throw away my Lordship That I sold, put it into cloaths and necessaries, To goe to sea with? _Tib._ Over with it; I love to see a Lordship sink; Sir, you left no wood upon't, to buoy it up; You might ha' sav'd it else. _Fran._ I am undone for ever. _Alb._ Why we are all undone; would you be only happy? _Lam._ Sir, you may loose too. _Tib._ Thou liest; I ha' nothing but my skin, And my cloaths; my sword here, and my self; Two Crowns in my pocket; two pair of Cards; And three false Dice: I can swim like a fish Rascal, nothing to hinder me. _Boatsw._ In with her of all hands. _Mast._ Come Gentlemen, come Captain, ye must help all; My life now for the Land, 'Tis high, and rocky, and full of perils. _Alb._ However let's attempt it. _Mast._ Then cheer lustily my hearts. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Sebastian _and_ Nicusa. _Sebast._ Yes, 'tis a Ship, I see it now, a tall Ship; She has wrought lustily for her deliverance; Heavens mercy, what a wretched day has here been! _Nicu._ To still and quiet minds that knew no misery, It may seem wretched, but with us 'tis ordinary; Heaven has no storm in store, nor earth no terror, That can seem new to us.