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''Push bravely, Mates! Our guiding star'' Now from its towerlet streameth far; And now along the nearing strand, See, swiftly moves yon flaming brand: Before the midnight watch is past, We'll quaff our bowl and mock the blast.

Bast. (without.) Holla, good Mate! Thou who so bravely sing'st! Come down, I pray thee.

1st Fish.Who art thou who call'st? 2d Fish. I know the voice; 'tis Sign'or Bastiani.

1st Fish. What! he, at such an hour, upon the cliff! (Calling down.) I cannot come. If, from my station here, This fire untended, I were found; good sooth! I had as lief the luckless friar be, Who spilt the Abbot's wine.

2d Fish. I'll go to him.[.

1st Fish. (muttering to himself.) Aye; leave my watch, indeed! a rare entreaty!

Bast. Wilt thou not go? A boat near to the shore, In a most perilous state, calls for assistance: Who is like thee, good Stephen, bold and skilful? Haste to its aid, if there be pity in thee, Or any Christian grace. I will, meantime,