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SCENE I. A small island, composed of a rugged craggy rock, on the front of the stage, and the sea in the back-ground.

O why is this? Speak, gloomy, ruthless men! Our voyage ends not here?

It does: and now, Helen the Campbell, fare thee—fare thee well!

Helen the Campbell, thy last greeting take From mortal thing.

What! leave me on this rock, This sea-girt rock, to solitude and famine?