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Sea-cover'd, human thing there cannot be;
Though, at the first, it sounded in our ears
Like a faint woman's voice.

DE GREY.

Perceiv'd ye aught?

THIRD FISHERMAN.

Yes; something white that moved, and, as we think,

Some wounded bird that there hath dropt its wing,
And cannot make its way.

FOURTH FISHERMAN.

Perhaps some dog,

Whose master at low water there hath been,
And left him.

THIRD FISHERMAN.

Something 'tis in woeful case,

Whate'er it be. Right fain I would have gone
To bear it off.

DE GREY, (eagerly.)

And wherefore didst thou not?

Return and save it. Be it what it may;
Something it is, lone and in jeopardy,
Which hath a feeling of its desperate state,