Scene: The Ships
[enter the Sailors, the Sorceress, and her Enchantresses]
PRELUDE
FIRST SAILOR:
Come away, fellow sailors,
Your anchors be weighing.
Time and tide will admit no delaying.
Take a bouzy short leave
Of your nymphs on the shore,
And silence their mourning
With vows of returning
But never intending to visit them more.
CHORUS:
Come away, fellow sailors,
your anchors be weighing.
Time and tide will admit no delaying.
Take a bouzy short leave
of your nymphs on the shore,
And silence their mourning
With vows of returning
But never intending to visit them more.
THE SAILORS' DANCE.