The Tempest, To which are added…/The Answer

THE ANSWER.

MY jewel's gone to range the ſeas,
to plow the bluft'ring ocean;
May the God of Fortune on him ſmile,
ſend him honour and promotion.
No rain, or hail, or light'nings fly,
nor roaring claps of thunder,
Nor ſwelling billows loudly baul,
my darling to cauſe wonder.

Great Alexander, God of war,
tenderly ſmile upon him;
Let no diſappointment attend my dear;
ſend him honour and promote him.
May not my jewel be diſmay'd,
with cruel wars alarms,
Some things in view may turn a prize,
til it fill my love-ſick arms.

No curſed gold, no beauty bright,
ſhall ever gain him from me,
But like the turtle I ſhall remain,
'till he returns unto me.
No coſtly robes, no beds of down,
ſhall make me to ſurrender;
Although we part he has my heart
on board the Cambridge Tender.