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What strength we have to face, and how he travels; And that we may not wander thus again, This aged oak shall be our meeting place; Where having join'd, we'll by a shorter compass Attack them near the centre of the wood.

The night grows wond'rous dark: deep-swelling gusts And sultry stillness take the rule by turn; Whilst o'er our heads the black and heavy clouds Roll slowly on. This surely bodes a storm.

I hope the devil will raise no tempest now, To save this child of his, and from his journey Make him turn back, crossing our fortunes,

Fear not! For, be the tempest of the devil's raising, It will do thee no harm. To his good favour Thou hast (wrong not thy merit) claims too strong.

Then come on, friends, and I shall be your warrant! Growl sky and earth and air, ne'er trouble ye; They are secure who have a friend at court. (Exeunt.