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 From The Tempest.

unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:

Court'sied when you have and kist,—

The wild waves whist,—

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!

The watch-dogs bark:

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer.