SOMEONE GIVE THIS ANON A MEDAL WE HAVE A WINNER.

He is indeed! You lot are good at this! Yes, it’s from The Tempest, scene one, when the ship is wrecked;

GONZALO;

    He’ll be hang’d yet,
    Though every drop of water swear against it
    And gape at widest to glut him.

    A confused noise within: ‘Mercy on us!’– 'We split, we split!’–'Farewell, my wife and children!’– 'Farewell, brother!’–'We split, we split, we split!’

ANTONIO

    Let’s all sink with the king.

SEBASTIAN

    Let’s take leave of him.

    Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN

GONZALO

    Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
    acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
    thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
    die a dry death.

… Yes, this is relevant.