upon me.

    [Breaking loose from the Sailors who are holding her.]

    Let go my hands!

    Forgael.  a shadow?

    you to this

    place?

    t send me one t casts a shadow.

    Dectora. ould t torm t overthrew my ships,

    And droreasures of nine conquered nations,

    And bleing sorrow,

    , being yet alive,

    I ask a fitting punis for all

    t raised t him.

    Forgael. there are some

    t weige seas -

    t s in life,

    And all t prophesying images

    Made of dim gold rave out in secret tombs;

    t t the plans of kings and queens

    But laugears - lauger, and tears;

    t every man should carry his own soul

    Upon his shoulders.

    Dectora. Youve not wild words,

    And I would know if you will give me vengeance.

    Forgael.  I  let her go -

    .

    Dectora.  is it t you are muttering -

    t youll not let me go? I am a queen.

    Forgael. Altiful than any,

    I almost long t it were possible;

    But if I o put you on t ship,

    it o do your will,

    And you had spread a sail for home, a wind

    ould rise of a sudden, or a wave so huge

    It ars and put t,

    And beat the bulwark of your ship on mine,

    Until you stood before me on the deck -

    As now.

    Dectora. Does e seas

    And listening to the cry of wind and wave

    Bring madness?

    Forgael. Queen, I am not mad.

    Dectora. Yet say

    t unimaginable s