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Blinks on the traveller's eye, and cheers his heart; Or signal-torch, that from my Lady's bower Tells wand'ring knights the revels are begun; Or blazing brand, that from the vintage-house O' long October nights, thro' the still air Looks rouzingly.To have our gallant Beacon Ta'en for a lazar-house!

Bast. Well, Maiden, as thou wilt: thy gentle Mistress Of all these things may chuse what likes her best, To paint more clearly how her noble fire The distant seaman cheers, who bless the while The hand that kindled it.

Aur. Shall I be bless'd By wand'ring men returning to their homes? By those from shipwreck sav'd, again to cheer Their wives, their friends, their kindred? Bless'd by those! And shall it not a blessing call from heaven? It will; my heart leaps at the very thought: The seamen's blessing rests upon my head To charm my wand'rer home. Heap on more wood: Let it more brightly blaze.—Good Bastiani, Hie to thy task, and we'll assist thee gladly.

Aur. What may it be?