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I pray thee, friend, What shore is this? Be there or food, or shelter, Or Christian pity in these parts? Thou see'st What miserable shipwreck'd men we are.

Yes, ye are cast upon a shore where shelter And Christian pity never are withheld From those who want them. See'st thou through the trees That castle? There a noble lady dwells, Who will have pity on you.

Thank Providence for this! Your noble ladies, When once they take to goodness, are most bountiful: The best of all; the men to them are nothing.

She hath no lord then?

He is absent now, Kept at the King's high court, as it is said, But my opinion is

Whate'er it be, That is not our concern. What is his name?