St.Michael of Aure! St.Nicholas! now, now or never, I here make you a solemn vow, and to our Saviour, that if you stand by me this time, I mean if you set me ashore out of this danger, I will build you a fine large little chapel or two, between Quande and Montsoreau, where neither cow nor calf shall feed.

Oh ho, oh ho.

Above eighteen pailfuls or two of it are got down my gullet; bous, bhous, bhous, bhous, how damned bitter and salt it is! By the virtue, said Friar John, of the blood, the flesh, the belly, the head, if I hear thee again howling, thou cuckoldy cur, I'll maul thee worse than any sea-wolf.

Ods-fish, why don't we take him up by the lugs and throw him overboard to the bottom of the sea?
Hear, sailor; ho, honest fellow.

Thus, thus, my friend, hold fast above.