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Gilles:
The Moon is far, here's for the moon-flower!
(As Peregrina and Hermes retire up the stage a song is heard from the ship.)
ISLAND FORTUNATE.
Fare fortunately mariners! who steer neath Summer skys
To nearer ports, for surer gain, full freighted argosies.
Your trafficking unhinder'd be by harms the Fates inflict
The blind oncoming of the berg, or galley derelict.
Better ye deem to tempt the deep than moulder at the quay,
Sure, what the heedful merchant dare, wehow much rathermay.
