Harkee, my friends, since we cannot get safe into port, let us come to an anchor in some road, no matter whither.

Drop all your anchors; let us be out of danger, I beseech you.
Here, honest tar, get you into the chains, and heave the lead, an't please you.

Let us know how many fathom water we are in.

Sound, friend, in the Lord Harry's name.

Let us know whether a man might here drink easily without stooping.