<SPEECH 1><ACT 2><SCENE 1><33%>
<FRANCISCO>	<33%>
	Sir, he may live:
	I saw him beat the surges under him,
	And ride upon their backs: he trod the water,
	Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
	The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head
	'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
	Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
	To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
	As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt
	He came alive to land.
</FRANCISCO>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 3><SCENE 3><67%>
<FRANCISCO>	<66%>
	They vanish'd strangely.
</FRANCISCO>

