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With such a band, methinks, all things are possible.

Why, thou soft man of peace, Who in gay banquets spend'st thy giddy nights, And o'er some sculptur'd stone, or ancient lore, Each idle morning waft'st in the cool shade, Thou speakest with a bold and warlike voice!

Ay, and wear'st too a bold and warlike form. Behold what now I am! thou shrinkest back, And looked strangely on me: give thy lips No friendly blessing to my new estate?

Heaven bless the brave!

O hear that sound! Doth it not stir thee as it thund'ring growls Along the distant shore?(Shaking his head.) It doth not stir thee! Is that the sound of female voices near us?

Yes; see'st thou not on yon high balcony