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SEBASTIAN (turning away).

No; I hear no stories;

I am a man withdrawn from worldly coil,
Who hears or cares for nothing.

PIETRO (to third Mariner).

This is no mariner? and he speaks strangely.

THIRD MARINER.

The strangest thing is that he spoke at all.

We took him up at sea from a small boat,
Which, by the moonlight, we descried afar,
Like a black cockle on the shimm'ring waves;
But whether earth or hell had sent him to us,
We doubted much.

FIRST MARINER.

Nay; when the hurricane wax'd to its pitch

We scarcely doubted, and were once resolved
To cast him overboard. Yet, ne'ertheless,
He hath escaped; and, God be praised, we did not.

PIETRO.

Hush! he returns again. Go on, poor souls,

In lucky hour ye come; for in that wood
Not many paces hence, amongst the trees,
Donna Zorada takes her morning walk;
You'll find her there. Come, I will lead you to her;
And, as we go, there are some words of counsel
Which I shall give to you. They may be useful;