If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
Id strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep
Andhow, we know notall clapped under hatches,
Where but even now with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awaked, straightway at liberty,
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship, our Master
Capering to eye her. On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream were we divided from them
And were brought moping hither."

Boatswain; Act V, Scene I