Behind them lay two long, low, ugly-looking craft, at sight of which Yeo gave a long whew.
"Galleys, as I'm a sinful saint! And what's that big one inside of them, Robert Drew?
She has more than hawseholes in her idolatrous black sides, I think." "We shall open her astern of the galleys in another minute," said Amyas.
"Look out, Cary, your eyes are better than mine." "Six round portholes on the main deck," quoth Will.
"And I can see the brass patararoes glittering on her poop," quoth Amyas.

"Will, we're in for it." "In for it we are, captain.
"Farewell, farewell, my parents dear.
I never shall see you more, I fear.
"Let's go in, nevertheless, and pound the Don's ribs, my old lad of Smerwick.

Eh?
Three to one is very fair odds." "Not underneath those fort guns, I beg leave to say," quoth Yeo.

"If the Philistines will but come out unto us, we will make them like unto Zeba and Zalmunna." "Quite true," said Amyas.

"Game cocks are game cocks, but reason's reason." "If the Philistines are not coming out, they are going to send a messenger instead," quoth Cary.