Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it hath been still
observed: and we are strong in custom. Therefore
briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight.

Sir, your queen must overboard: the sea works high,
the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be
cleared of the dead.

Slack the bolins there! Thou wilt not, wilt thou?
Blow, and split thyself.

What courage, sir? God save you!