Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulked and bitumed
I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this?
We are near Tarsus.
Thither, gentle mariner,
Alter thy course for Tyre. When, canst thou reach it?
By break of day, if the wind cease.
O, make for Tarsus!
There will I visit Cleon, for the babe
Cannot hold out to Tyrus there I'll leave it
At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner:
I'll bring the body presently.