A TRAGEDY
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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.
THIRD FISHERMAN.
FOURTH FISHERMAN.
For, by my faith! at night I had not slept
For thinking of that sound.
DE GREY.
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.)
