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Nor had they anchor’d, when the stranger race the shrouds upswarming ready footing gainèd; joyous they cluster glad of gest and face; our Captain gracious greeting gives unfeignèd.
He bids incontinent the board to grace with vinous liquor first Lyaeus drainèd; they crown the crystal cups, the proffer’d wine Phaëton’s scorchèd folk nowise decline.