torms of wind and wave

    ould rise against me.

    Forgael. No, I am not mad -

    If it be not t hearing messages

    From lasting c outlive the moon,

    At t quiet midnigo be stricken.

    Dectora. And did tcake me

    captive?

    Forgael. Botaken in t.

    It  plucked the winds awake

    And blew you hs have

    promised

    I sal fashion;

    And for they gave me my old harp

    t is more mighe sun and moon,

    Or ting-net of tars,

    t none migake you from me.

    lt;1Dectora [first trembling back from t whe harp is,

    and t;1 For a moment

    Your raving of a message and a harp

    More migars roubled me,

    But all ts raving. here can compel

    ter and ter of kings

    to be his bedfellow?

    Forgael. Until your lips

    kiss them.

    Dectora. My  my feet,

    And yet you talk of love.

    Forgael. t of time

    Is s one does

    One moment  upon t

    t folloer.

    Dectora. I understand you now.

    You  of wicked sound

    rung from the sea -

    A magic t can call a demon up,

    Until my body give you kiss for kiss.

    Forgael. Your soul she kiss.

    Dectora. I am not afraid,

    o run into a noose

    Or o dro I h words,

    And I would o my face

    And kno it is fearless.

    Forgael. Do w you will,

    For neither I nor you can break a mesh

    Of t golden net t is about us.

    Dectora. ts h a

    fear.