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"I shall need none"

"Ah, but you will! It belikes me much, fair maid, to disport me at

ease this very eve, here on the deck, under the moon, and to hear you

yourself and none other, fairest of all my captives, touch the lute,

or whatever you may call it, to that saether at a lattice under the Spanish moon A swain

touched then his lute, or whatever you may call it, to his Dulcinea

Here 'tis in the reverse The fairno option, shall touch

the lute, or whatever you call it, to John Doe, Black Bart, or

whatever you may call him; who is her captor, who feels himself about

to love her beyond all reason; and who, if he find no relief,

presently, in o mad,

and be what he should not be, a cruel master; whereas all he asks of

fate is that he shall be only a kind captor and a gentle friend"

Her head held very high, she passed me without a word and threw open

the door of her suite

And that night, that very night, that very wondrous, silent,

throbbing night of the Sabbath and the South, when all the air was as