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The souldiers close together followed,
And all together brought aboord their store.
Aboord the Prince went, Pallas still before
Sat at the Sterne, he close to her, the men
Up hasted after. He and Pallas then
Put from the shore. His souldiers then he bad
See all their Armes fit, which they heard and had.
A beechen Mast then in the hollow base
They put, and hoisted, fixt it in his place
With cables, and with well-wreath'd halsers hoise
Their white sailes, which gray Pallas now employes
With full and fore-gales through the darke deep maine.
The purple waves (so swift cut) roar'd againe
Against the ship sides, that now ranne and plowd
The rugged seas up. Then the men bestowd
Their Armes about the ship, and sacrifice
With crownd wine cups to th'endless Deities
They offerd up. Of all yet thron'd above,
They most observ'd the grey-eyd seed of Jove,
Who from the evening till the morning rose,
And all day long, their voyage did dispose.
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