Al. But as I lay and listened to the sea,
I plainly heard a waft of singing voices,
That rose and fell and died anon away,
Whiling the dark with some sweet lullaby.
Za. Why, ’twas the Christian captives that thou heardst.
Al. Ah! prisoners in the castle: I had forgot:
’Twas told me. And they are Christians! Can it be
They sing so sweetly?
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Za.Nay, I call it not sweet.