Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground: long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done,
but I would fain die a dry death.
GONZALO
Right now I’d give a thousand furlongs of sea for one little acre of dry ground: barren weed patch,
anything at all. What’s destined to happen will happen,
but I’d give anything to be dry when I die.