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Aur. They were light bubbles of some mantling thought, That now is flat and spiritless; and yet, If thou art so inclin'd, ask not my leave, Dance if thou wilt.

Viol.Nay, not alone, sweet sooth! Witches, themselves, some fiend-like partners find.

Ter. And so may'st thou. Look yonder; near the flame A crested figure stands. That is not Stephen.

Aur. (eagerly.) A crested figure! Where? O call to it! (Bast. comes forward.)

Ter. 'Tis Bastiani.

Aur.Aye; 'tis Bastiani: 'Tis he, or any one; 'tis ever thus; So is my fancy mock'd.

Bast. If I offend you, Madam, 'tis unwillingly. Stephen has for a while gone to the beach, To help some fishermen, who, as I guess, Against the tide would force their boat to land. He'll soon return; meantime, I did entreat him To let me watch his Beacon. Pardon me; I had not else intruded; tho' full oft I've clamber'd o'er these cliffs, ev'n at this hour, To see the ocean from its sabled breast The flickering gleam of these bright flames return.