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Of the King's ship,
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' th' fleet?
Safely in harbour
Is the King's ship; in the deep nook, where
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there
The mariners all under hatches stowed,
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep; and for the rest o' th' fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote
Bound sadly home for Naples,
Supposing that they saw the King's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.