The Tempest

by: William Shakespeare

Act I, scene i

1
Methinks he [the Boatswain]
hath no drowning mark upon him. His complexion is
perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging. (I.i.)
2
I’ll warrant him for drowning though the ship were
no stronger than a nutshell as leaky as an
unstanched wench. (I.i.)
3
He’ll be hanged yet, though every drop of water swear
against it and gape at widest to glut him. (I.i.)