LAUNCE
In thy tale.
PANTHINO
In thy tail!
LAUNCE
Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and
the service, and the tied! Why, man, if the river
were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the
wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.
PANTHINO
Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
LAUNCE
Sir, call me what thou darest.
PANTHINO
Wilt thou go?
LAUNCE
Well, I will go.
Exeunt