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SCENE III. It is the unpastured sea hungering for calm. Peace, monster; I come now. Farewell.

Farewell.

Most glorious among spirits, thus doth strength To wisdom, courage, and long-suffering love, And thee, who art the form they animate, Minister like a slave.

Thy gentle words Are sweeter even than freedom long desired And long delayed. Asia, thou light of life, Shadow of beauty unbeheld; and ye, Fair sister nymphs, who made long years of pain