CHAPTER XI - THE SEA

Summary

Boatswain. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail! Tend to the master's whistle!–Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

Gonzalo. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.

The Tempest, i. i.

Yet his means are in supposition: he hath an argosy bound to Tripolis, another to the Indies; I understand moreover upon the Rialto, he hath a third at Mexico, a fourth for England, and other ventures he hath, squandered abroad. But ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be landrats and water-rats, land-thieves and water-thieves,–I mean pirates,–and then there is the peril of waters, winds and rocks.

The Merchant of Venice, i. iii. 17–25

Hakluyt extols England's Greatness at Sea

He does smile his face into more lines than are in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies.

Twelfth Night, iii. ii. 87

To the Right Honourable Sir Francis Walsingham Knight. Right Honourable, I do remember that being a youth, and one of her Majesty's scholars at Westminster that fruitful nursery, it was my hap to visit the chamber of Mr Richard Hakluyt my cousin, a gentleman of the Middle Temple, well known unto you, at a time when I found lying open upon his board certain books of cosmography, with an universal map.