May brave Spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil did not infect
his Reason?
Not a soul But felt a Feaver of the mind, and play’d some tricks of
desperation; all, but Mariners, plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the
Vessel: the Duke’s Son, Ferdinand, with hair upstairing (more like Reeds
than Hair) was the first man that leap’d; cry’d, Hell is empty, and all the
Devils are here.