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Art thou a madman?—Come, the wind is fair, The vessel is already weighing anchor. Bid to your mistress, then, a short adieu, As cheerly as you may. (They embrace and separate.) Yes; bravely done, Rosella!—bravely done! Thou art the firmest now.

Take this, and this, and wear them for my sake. There is a ship-boy below with notice that the Mermaid is just leaving port.

Come then, my friend; we may no longer tarry.

Go, Claudien: I will hie me to the roof Of my pavilion; there I'll watch thy ship, Till, like a sea-bird, on the distant waves It fades away to nothing. Two hours still It will be visible. Cast up thy mantle; Make me, I pray, some signal from the deck. Farewell, heaven prosper thee! farewell, farewell!