So there bleveth no more, but I that am servant to the spirit, may lie down and die. In which death I glorify myself, but I am greatly troubled in my mind, that my riches which I had ordained to God be wasted and spent in foul things.

These two tours had whetted the colonies' appetite for Royal visits, and by the turn of the century that appetite was positively selachian.

They will gather their own gaylings and dykelings and Miss Things at the hem of their own caftans. They'll wheel the old queen out.

On sighting their prey, they check their flight and hurtle in a headlong dive to the sea.