Earl first, and after that
Who knows I may not dream myself their king!
ACT II.
SCENE I.--SEASHORE. PONTHIEU. NIGHT.
HAROLD _and his_ MEN, _wrecked_.
HAROLD. Friends, in that last inhospitable plunge
Our boat hath burst her ribs; but ours are whole;
I have but bark'd my hands.
ATTENDANT. I dug mine into
My old fast friend the shore, and clinging thus
Felt the remorseless outdraught of the deep
Haul like a great strong fellow at my legs,
And then I rose and ran. The blast that came
So suddenly hath fallen as suddenly--
Put thou the comet and this blast together--
HAROLD. Put thou thyself and mother-wit together.
Be not a fool!
_Enter_ FISHERMEN _with torches_, HAROLD _going
up to one of them_, ROLF.
Wicked sea-will-o'-the-wisp!
Wolf of the shore! dog, with thy lying lights
Thou hast betray'd us on these rocks of thine!
ROLF. Ay, but thou liest as loud as the black herring-pond behind
thee. We be fishermen; I came to see after my nets.
HAROLD. To drag us into them. Fishermen? devils!
Who, while ye fish for men with your false fires,
Let the great Devil fish for your own souls.
ROLF. Nay then, we be liker the blessed Apostles; _they_ were fishers
of men, Father Jean says.
HAROLD.
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