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There were no signs and no one quite knew how to navigate the museum, including, as it was Fleet Week, gaggles of boyish sailors all in their summer whites. It looked like a Frank Sinatra movie. A bunch of these matelots surrounded a police officer, who said: You guys are from the USS Cole? Thank you for your service. Want me to take you around?

Act IV, Scene IV: Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me / Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.

[…] the coldness of her lover, the loss of her reputation, all contributed to make her miserable, and to encrease the frenzical disposition of her mind.