Ant. S. There’s none but witches do inhabit here;
155 And therefore ’tis high time that I were hence.
She that doth call me husband, even my soul
Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair sister,
Possess’d with such a gentle sovereign grace,
Of such enchanting presence and discourse,
160 Hath almost made me traitor to myself:
But, lest myself be guilty [to] self-wrong,
I’ll stop mine ears against the mermaid’s song.