"Say the word and the thing is done, if two hands may do it." "Nay, nay, your head I can see is still totty, and i' faith little head would you have, had your bassinet not stood your friend.

All that may be done is already carried out, for we have stuffed the gape with sails and corded it without and within.

Yet when we bale our bowline and veer the sheet our lives will hang upon the breach remaining blocked.

See how yonder headland looms upon us through the mist! We must tack within three arrow flights, or we may find a rock through our timbers.

Now, St.
Christopher be praised! here is Sir Nigel, with whom I may confer." "I prythee that you will pardon me," said the knight, clutching his way along the bulwark.