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And therefore doth to woe-worn, fearful man, A kindred nature bear.—Return, good friend;— Quickly return and save it, ere the tide Shall wash it from its hold. I to the coast Will steer the while, and wait your coming there.

Right gladly, noble sir.

We'll gladly go: For, by my faith! at night I had not slept For thinking of that sound.

Heaven speed ye then! whate'er ye bring to me Of living kind, I will reward you for it. Our different tracks we hold; nor longer here Will I remain. Soon may we meet: God speed ye! (Exeunt severally.)