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“Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation; all but mariners
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel;
Then all afire with me the King's son Ferdinand
With hair up staring ( then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest