Intent on spoil: (for many times, alas!
Was I compell'd to join their hated league,
And strike with infidels.) My country known,
The courteous captain sent me to the shore;
Where, vain were my fond hopes to find my father:
'Twas desolation all: a few poor swains
Told me, the rumour ran he had renounc'd
A hated world, and here in Languedoc,
Devoted his remains of life to Heaven.
Aust. They told thee truth; and Heaven shall have my prayers,