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.