(I'm gonna try to type my speech from memory)
set your heart at rest
the fairyland buys not the child from me.
His mother was a votress in my order
and in the spice'd indian air by night
full often hath she gossiped by my side
and sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands
marking the embarke'd traders on the flood
when we have laughed to see the sails concieve
and grow big-bellied with the wanton wind
which she, with pretty and with swimming gait following
her womb thn rich with my young sqire
would imitate and sail upon the land.
to fetch me trifles and then return again
as from a voyage rich with merchandise
but she being mortal of that boy did die
and for her sake, I do rear up her boy
and for her sake, I will not part with him.
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