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Drows’iness mastered, all half-numbed and chill shivered with many a yawn the huddling Crew beneath the bulging main-sail, clothèd ill to bear the nightly breath that keenly blew; their eyes, kept open sore against their will, they rubbed, and stretcht their torpid limbs anew: To seek a waking-draught the men devise, spin stories, tell a thousand histories.