_The SHIPWRECK._
The ARGUMENT.
Naufragium _exposes the Dangers of those that go to Sea; the various and foolish Superst.i.tion of Mariners. An elegant Description of a Storm. They indeed run a Risque that throw their valuable Commodities into the Sea.
Mariners impiously invoke the Virgin_ Mary, _St._ Christopher, _and the Sea itself. Saints are not to be pray"d to, but G.o.d alone._
ANTONY _and_ ADOLPH.
_Ant._ You tell dreadful Stories: Is this going to Sea? G.o.d forbid that ever any such Thing should come into my Mind.
_Adol._ That which I have related, is but a Diversion, in Comparison to what you"ll hear presently.
_Ant._ I have heard Calamities enough already, my Flesh trembles to hear you relate them, as if I were in Danger myself.
_Adol._ But Dangers that are past, are pleasant to be thought on. One thing happen"d that Night, that almost put the Pilot out of all Hopes of Safety.
_Ant._ Pray what was that?
_Adol._ The Night was something lightish, and one of the Sailors was got into the Skuttle (so I think they call it) at the Main-Top-Mast, looking out if he could see any Land; a certain Ball of Fire began to stand by him, which is the worst Sign in the World to Sailors, if it be single; but a very good one, if double. The Antients believed these to be _Castor_ and _Pollux_.
_Ant._ What have they to do with Sailors, one of which was a Horseman, and the other a Prize-Fighter?
_Adol._ It was the Pleasure of Poets, so to feign. The Steersman who sat at the Helm, calls to him, Mate, says he, (for so Sailors call one another) don"t you see what a Companion you have by your Side? I do see, says he, and I pray that he may be a lucky one. By and by this fiery Ball glides down the Ropes, and rolls itself over and over close to the Pilot.
_Ant._ And was not he frighted out of his Wits?
_Adol._ Sailors are us"d to terrible Sights. It stopp"d a little there, then roll"d itself all round the Sides of the Ship; after that, slipping through the Hatches, it vanished away. About Noon the Storm began to increase. Did you ever see the _Alps_?
_Ant._ I have seen them.
_Adol._ Those Mountains are Mole Hills, if they be compar"d to the Waves of the Sea. As oft as we were toss"d up, one might have touch"d the Moon with his Finger; and as oft as we were let fall down into the Sea, we seem"d to be going directly down to h.e.l.l, the Earth gaping to receive us.
_Ant._ O mad Folks, that trust themselves to the Sea!
_Adol._ The Mariners striving in Vain with the Storm, at length the Pilot, all pale as Death comes to us.
_Ant._ That Paleness presages some great Evil.
_Adol._ My Friends, says he, I am no longer Master of my Ship, the Wind has got the better of me; all that we have now to do is to place our Hope in G.o.d, and every one to prepare himself for Death.
_Ant._ This was cold Comfort.
_Adol._ But in the first Place, says he, we must lighten the Ship; Necessity requires it, tho" "tis a hard Portion. It is better to endeavour to save our Lives with the Loss of our Goods, than to perish with them. The Truth persuaded, and a great many Casks of rich Merchandize were thrown over-Board. _Ant._ This was casting away, according to the Letter.
_Adol._ There was in the Company, a certain _Italian_, that had been upon an Emba.s.sy to the King of _Scotland_. He had a whole Cabinet full of Plate, Rings, Cloth, and rich wearing Apparel.
_Ant._ And he, I warrant ye, was unwilling to come to a Composition with the Sea.
_Adol._ No, he would not; he had a Mind either to sink or swim with his beloved Riches.
_Ant._ What said the Pilot to this?
_Adol._ If you and your Trinkets were to drown by yourselves, says he, here"s no Body would hinder you; but it is not fit that we should run the Risque of our Lives, for the Sake of your Cabinet: If you won"t consent, we"ll throw you and your Cabinet into the Sea together.
_Ant._ Spoken like a Tarpawlin.
_Adol._ So the Italian submitted, and threw his Goods over-Board, with many a bitter Curse to the G.o.ds both above and below, that he had committed his Life to so barbarous an Element.
_Ant._ I know the Italian Humour.
_Adol._ The Winds were nothing the less boisterous for our Presents, but by and by burst our Cordage, and threw down our Sails.
_Ant._ Lamentable!
_Adol._ Then the Pilot comes to us again.
_Ant._ What, with another Preachment?
_Adol._ He gives us a Salute; my Friends, says he, the Time exhorts us that every one of us should recommend himself to G.o.d, and prepare for Death. Being ask"d by some that were not ignorant in Sea Affairs, how long he thought the Ship might be kept above Water, he said, he could promise nothing, but that it could not be done above three Hours.
_Ant._ This was yet a harder Chapter than the former.
_Adol._ When he had said this, he orders to cut the Shrouds and the Mast down by the Board, and to throw them, Sails and all, into the Sea.
_Ant._ Why was this done?
_Adol._ Because, the Sail either being gone or torn, it would only be a Burden, but not of Use; all our Hope was in the Helm.
_Ant._ What did the Pa.s.sengers do in the mean Time?
_Adol._ There you might have seen a wretched Face of Things; the Mariners, they were singing their _Salve Regina_, imploring the Virgin Mother, calling her the Star of the Sea, the Queen of Heaven, the Lady of the World, the Haven of Health, and many other flattering t.i.tles, which the sacred Scriptures never attributed to her.
_Ant._ What has she to do with the Sea, who, as I believe, never went a Voyage in her Life?
_Adol._ In ancient Times, _Venus_ took Care of Mariners, because she was believ"d to be born of the Sea and because she left off to take Care of them, the Virgin Mother was put in her Place, that was a Mother, but not a Virgin.
_Ant._ You joke.
_Adol._ Some were lying along upon the Boards, worshipping the Sea, pouring all they had into it, and flattering it, as if it had been some incensed Prince.
_Ant._ What did they say?
_Adol._ O most merciful Sea! O most generous Sea! O most rich Sea! O most beautiful Sea, be pacified, save us; and a Deal of such Stuff they sung to the deaf Ocean.
_Ant._ Ridiculous Superst.i.tion! What did the rest do?
_Adol._ Some did nothing but spew, and some made Vows. There was an _Englishman_ there, that promis"d golden Mountains to our Lady of _Walsingham_, so he did but get ash.o.r.e alive. Others promis"d a great many Things to the Wood of the Cross, which was in such a Place; others again, to that which was in such a Place; and the same was done by the Virgin _Mary_, which reigns in a great many Places, and they think the Vow is of no Effect, unless the Place be mentioned.