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SCENE III.
A Ship appears at a distance under Sail. Gernando and Henriques descend into the Boat and land.SYLVIA
alone.
How obstinate her plaints! her constant sorrow
Afflicts my tender heart: fain would I soothe her,
But pray'rs, advice, and chidings all are vain:
And stranger still, whene'er I offer comfort,
Her tears increase and I'm compell'd to weep.
Yet let me still pursue her— [Sees the ship.]
Heav'n! what means
Yon' tow'ring bulk that rises o'er the sea!
'Tis not a rock—a rock remains unmov'd:
And can so vast a monster cut the flood
With such a rapid motion? See behind
The parted waves are white, its speedy course
Outstrips the gazing eye, while on its back
It bears huge wings; at once it swims and flies.
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If yonder form is not some wond'rous being
That holds its dwelling in the faithless deep.
At least she knows—Ye Pow'rs! what do I see!
O who are these that now have reach'd the shore?
What shall I do, and whither turn for aid?
My breast is chill'd with fear, I scarce have strength
To fly or hide me from th'approaching danger.
[Hides herself.
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