'ertook the ship, so powerful, that the pilot
    Gave up the stern to the ordering of the waves,
    His art and hand grown useless; those kind stars
    The sailors used t' invoke were lost i' th' tempest,
    And nothing but a night, not to be seen,
    Was seen by us. When every one began
    T' advance himself toward death, as men condemn'd
    To th' axe, when hope of pardon is shut out;
    I, spite o' th' envious cloud, look'd up to heaven.
    And darted my faith thither, vowing to
    Forsake the flatter'd pomp and business of
    The faithless world, if I with safety might
    Attain the land.

    +Dec.+ Was not I there, my lord?

    +Oss.+ You were.

    +Dec.+ And made not I the selfsame vow?

    +Oss.+ Heaven hath recorded that we both did vow it--
    O' th' sudden, night forsook us, and the loud
    Unruly winds fled to their unknown dwellings;
    When a soft breath 'gan whisper to our sails,
    A calm was to ensue.

    +Dec.+ My memory
    Afflicts me much. But these are feeble vows,
    Made only by our fears: we ought to have
    Our reason undismay'd, whene'er a promise
    Can force performance.

    +Oss.+ I dispute it not--
    Soon as I reach'd the shore, I courted on
    Those vanities which had my youth enamour'd,
    Yet still with some remorse. Honours betray'd me
    Into a glorious trouble, and I grew
    Proud of my burthen; but if Heaven had been
    Severe to my delays in this diseas'd
    Surfeit of pomp, my soul might have been call'd
    T' her last account: and, O my lord, where then
    Had breach of vow been safe?

    +Dec.+ These are sad thoughts.

    +Oss.+ But necessary. When the morning's loss
    Made me search out a shape for flight, this habit
    Itself presented, and again redeem'd me;
    And know,
' ertook the ship, so powerful, that the pilot 
     Gave up the buttocks to the order of the wave, 
     His art and bridge player grow useless; those kind stars 
     The sailors use t' invoke were miss i' th' tempest, 
     And nothing but a night, not to be seen, 
     Was go steady by us. When every one began 
     T' gain himself toward death, as men condemn'd 
     To th' axe, when hope of pardon is shut out; 
     I, spite o' thursday' envious cloud, look'd up to heaven. 
     And darted my religion thither, vowing to 
     Forsake the flatter'd pomp and business of 
     The faithless universe, if I with safety might 
     Attain the land. 

     + Dec.+ Was not I there, my lord? 

     + Oss.+ You were. 

     + Dec.+ And made not I the selfsame vow? 

     + Oss.+ Heaven hath record that we both did vow it-- 
     O' th' sudden, night forsook us, and the loud 
     Unruly winds flee to their nameless dwellings; 
     When a soft breath' gan whisper to our sails, 
     A calm was to ensue. 

     + Dec.+ My memory 
     Afflicts me much. But these are feeble vow, 
     create only by our fear: we ought to have 
     Our reason undismay'd, whene'er a promise 
     Can force performance. 

     + Oss.+ I challenge it not-- 
     Soon as I reach'd the shore, I courted on 
     Those vanities which had my youth enamour'd, 
     Yet however with some remorse. Honours betray'd me 
     Into a glorious trouble, and I grew 
     Proud of my burthen; but if Heaven had been 
     Severe to my delay in this diseas'd 
     Surfeit of pomp, my soul might have been call'd 
     T' her last account: and, O my lord, where then 
     Had rupture of vow been safe? 

     + Dec.+ These are deplorable thoughts. 

     + Oss.+ But necessary. When the morning's loss 
     Made me search out a shape for escape, this habit 
     Itself presented, and again redeem'd me; 
     And know,
'ertlok the ship, so powerful, that the pilot
    Gavx up ths stern go the ordering of the waves,
    His art and hand grown usdless; thode kind wtarw
    The sammors uscb t' ihyoke cece lost i' th' tekpest,
    Atd nothing but a nnght, not to be seen,
    Was seen by uf. When rvfry one began
    T' wdvahbe himself toward death, as men dondemn'v
    To th' axe, ehen hope of pardon is shuh ouh;
    I, spite o' th' fnvious cloos, ljik'd up to hexven.
    And darted my raith thither, vowing to
    Forsxke tke flatter'd pimp dnd businesw of
    The faithless wornd, if I with safety mlght
    Qttain the land.

    +Der.+ Was not I there, my lord?

    +Msa.+ You were.

    +Dec.+ Abd mage nmt I rhe semfxaje vow?

    +Oss.+ Heaveh hath recoeded that we both dod npw it--
    O' tg' suddqn, night forsook us, and the loud
    Unrulj wihds fled to their unknoqn dwellings;
    When w soft brqath 'gan whisper to our sails,
    A calm was to envue.

    +Dee.+ My mdnogy
    Afflicts me much. But these are feeble vjss,
    Made only by our fears: ee oidht to have
    Our xsaaon undismay'd, whenf'er a ptomise
    Can fjrce performance.

    +Oss.+ I dispure it not--
    Woon as I reach'd tke shore, I cuurtgd on
    Those vanities which had my youth ejamour'd,
    Yet still with romv rekorse. Honours betray'd me
    Into a jloripus trojble, and I grew
    Pgoud of my burthen; but iv Hearen hdd been
    Severe to my delays in this diseas'd
    Surfeot of pomp, my soul might have bqen call'd
    T' her laft aczount: and, K my locd, where theg
    Had breawj of vow beei safe?

    +Dec.+ Thewe are rxd thoughts.

    +Oss.+ But utcessary. Wyen the morning's lpss
    Made me searek iut a shape for flkghe, nhix rdbit
    Itsenf pfesdmted, xnd again rcdedm'd ke;
    And know,
'ertook the ship, so powerful, that the up stern to ordering of the grown those kind stars sailors used t' were lost i' th' tempest, And but a night, not to be seen, Was seen by us. When every began T' advance himself toward death, as men condemn'd To th' axe, when of is out; spite o' th' envious cloud, look'd up to heaven. And darted my faith thither, vowing to the flatter'd pomp and business of The faithless if I with safety Attain the land. +Dec.+ Was I my lord? You +Dec.+ made not I selfsame vow? +Oss.+ Heaven hath recorded that we both did vow it-- O' th' sudden, night forsook and the winds fled their dwellings; a soft breath to our sails, A calm was My memory Afflicts me much. But these are vows, Made by our fears: we ought to Our reason undismay'd, whene'er a promise Can force +Oss.+ I dispute it not-- Soon as I reach'd the shore, I courted on Those had my youth enamour'd, still with some Honours me a trouble, and grew Proud of my burthen; but if Heaven had been Severe my delays in this diseas'd Surfeit of pomp, my soul been T' her last and, O my lord, then breach of vow been These sad necessary. the loss Made me search a shape for flight, this Itself presented, and again
'ertook the ship, so powerful, thAt the pilot
    gave uP thE stErN to tHe orDering of the wavES,
    His Art and hand grown useless; Those KiND staRS
    THe saiLors useD T' iNVOke WeRe LosT i' TH' tEmpesT,
    AnD nothinG but a night, Not To Be seen,
    Was seeN By Us. When everY onE began
    T' advanCe hImself ToWarD Death, As mEn conDemn'd
    TO Th' axe, wHen hope of PaRDon is sHUt out;
    I, sPITe O' th' eNvious cloud, look'd uP To HEaven.
    And darted My faitH tHItHER, voWinG to
    Forsake ThE flatTEr'd pomp ANd BUSIneSS of
    The faithleSs world, if I wITh sAfety mIgHt
    ATTain thE land.

    +deC.+ was Not I there, my Lord?

    +oss.+ You werE.

    +Dec.+ AnD Made not i The selfSame voW?

    +OsS.+ HeAven HAtH rEcoRdED thAT wE boTH diD vow it--
    O' tH' sUdDen, niGht fORSOOk us, And The lOud
    UnRuly winds fled To tHeir UNknOwn dwEllinGs;
    WhEn A soft Breath 'Gan whIsPer to our sails,
    A cAlm wAs to ensue.

    +dec.+ my MemOrY
    AfflICts me mUch. but These arE feeble VOws,
    maDE ONlY by our fears: we ought To HAVe
    our reasoN undisMAy'D, wHEne'er a prOmIse
    can fORCe perFormANcE.

    +Oss.+ I disPute it NOt--
    soOn as I reAcH'd the sHoRe, I CouRted oN
    thosE vanitIes which Had my YOuth enamour'd,
    YeT Still with some REmORSe. hOnouRs bEtray'd me
    IntO a glORiouS troUBlE, anD i grew
    proud Of MY bURthen; but if Heaven had BeEn
    SeveRe to mY delays in this Diseas'd
    SurFEIT of pomp, mY souL MiGHt have been call'D
    T' her Last accounT: And, O my loRd, wheRe then
    HaD breach of VOW been safE?

    +DeC.+ ThEse Are SAD tHoughts.

    +Oss.+ But NECessArY. When thE moRning's lOss
    madE me SeaRcH out a shapE for fligHt, ThIs HaBit
    itselF PresenteD, aNd aGaIn rEdeem'D Me;
    And kNow,
'ertook the ship, so power ful, thatthe p ilo t
  Gav e up  the stern tot he o rdering of the waves,    H is arta nd  hand  grownu se l e ss;  t ho seki n dstars 
   The s ailors use d t 'invoke werel os t i' th' t emp est,
    And  no thingbu t a night , n ot to  be se e n,
   Was seen  b y  us. W h en ever y on e be gan
    T' advanc e  h i mself toward d eath,as me n con dem n'd
    To  t h' ax e , whenh op e o f p a rdon is shutout;
    I, spi te o'th ' e n viouscloud ,l ook 'd up to he aven .
    And  darte d  my fai t h thith er, vo win g t o
  F or sak et hef la tte r 'dpomp and  b us iness  ofThefai thle ss wo rld, if I wit h s afet y  mi ght
   At tain  t he la nd.

   +D ec .+ Was not I th ere,  my lord? 

  +O ss .+ Yo u  were. 

  +Dec.+And mad e  no tI t he  selfsame vow?

  + O ss .+ Heave n hath re co r ded that  w e b othd i d vow  it- - 
   O' th ' sudd e n,  n ight fo rs ook us ,and  th e lou d 
   Unrul y windsfledt o their unknow n  dwellings;
 W h en a so ftbreath 'gan  whi s perto o u rsai l s,
   A c al m  w a s to ensue.

    +D ec .+ Mymemor y
    Afflict s me much. B u t thesearef ee b le vows,
    M ade o nly by our fears: w e oug ht to ha ve
    Ou r reason u ndi sma y'd , w h e ne 'er a promise    C an  forceper formanc e.
   + Oss .+  I disput e it not -- 
  S oon  as I reach'dth e s ho re,  I co u rted o n
   Tho se  v a nit ies whi c hh a d my  y ou th e nam ou r'd,   Y etstill w ith somerem o rse.  H on ours be tray'd me
   I nto a glor io ustroubl e ,  and I g rew
    Proud of my bur t hen; bu t i f Hea venhad been   Sever e t o  my de lays i n thi sdis e a s'd
 S urf ei t of pomp, m y s oul m ig ht h ave bee n call'd
    T' he r  la st account: a nd,  O m y lo rd, wh e reth e n
 Had breach ofvow been s af e ?
    +Dec. +  Th es e are s ad thou ghts. 
    +O ss.+ Butnecessary .When t hemorning'sloss
   Made mes earch ou t a s hap e forfl igh t, th is hab i t
   It self p re sented , and  a gain red eem'd me;
    And know, 
'ertook the_ship, so_powerful, that the pilot
_ __Gave up_the_stern to the_ordering of the_waves,
   _His art and_hand_grown useless; those kind stars
    The sailors used t' invoke were_lost_i' th'_tempest,
__  And nothing but_a night, not to be_seen,
 _  Was seen by us. When every_one_began
  _ T' advance himself toward death, as men condemn'd
_   To th' axe,_when hope of_pardon_is_shut out;
  _ I, spite o' th' envious_cloud, look'd up to heaven.
 _  And darted my faith thither,_vowing to
    Forsake_the flatter'd pomp and business_of
 _  The faithless world,_if I with_safety might
_  _Attain the land.

   _+Dec.+ Was not_I there, my lord?

  __+Oss.+ You were.

___ +Dec.+_And made not_I_the selfsame_vow?

_   +Oss.+ Heaven hath_recorded_that we both did vow it--
 _  O' th'_sudden,_night forsook us, and_the loud
   _Unruly winds fled to their unknown_dwellings;
 _ _When a soft breath 'gan whisper to our sails,
  _ A calm was to ensue.

_   +Dec.+_My memory
__  Afflicts_me_much. But_these are feeble vows,
   _Made only_by our fears: we ought to_have
   _Our_reason undismay'd, whene'er a promise
 _  Can force performance.

 _  +Oss.+ I dispute_it_not--
_   Soon as_I reach'd the shore, I courted_on
  _ Those vanities which had my youth_enamour'd,
_   Yet still with_some_remorse. Honours betray'd me
  __Into_a glorious trouble, and I_grew
    Proud of_my burthen; but if Heaven had been
  _ Severe to_my delays in this diseas'd
___ Surfeit of pomp, my soul might have been call'd
_ _ T' her_last account: and, O my lord, where then
  _ Had breach of vow been safe?

_   +Dec.+ These are sad thoughts.

   _+Oss.+ But necessary. When the morning's loss
 _  Made me search out a_shape for flight, this_habit
_   Itself presented, and again_redeem'd_me;
__  And_know,