The diſcord rather than the muſick is heard from the malcontent Malevole's chamber.
[…] that Elfe, That man and beast with powre imperious Subdeweth to his kingdome tyrannous:
Everything smelled salt and there was no noise except the swishing of water and the clop-clop of water against the sides and the splash of the oars and the jolting noise of the rowlocks.
...and Lady Anne, for the present, felt as if Fanchette and her coach full of accommodations, heavy as they might once be supposed to be, were suddenly swallowed up in that awful sea, to which so many refractory spirits have been exorcised and consigned.
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