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Nelson to our defence!
Ay; where is Nelson ? Faith, by this late time He may be sodden; churned in Biscay swirls ; Or blown to polar bears by boreal gales; Or sleeping amorously in some calm cave On the Canaries' or Atlantis' shore Upon the bosom of his Dido dear, For all that we know! Never a sound of him Since passing Portland one September dayŚ To make for Cadiz; so 'twas then believed.
MULGRAVE He's staunch. He's watching, or I am much deceived.
MULGRAVE departs. MALMESBURY goes within. The scene shuts,