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Think'st thou the ravings of a frenzied mind Have power to move me?

I only thought—I fear'd—you wisely judge; Why should they move you? Well, the dismal story Of that most dismal murder, here committed By hands unknown, might to a sickly brain Such thoughts create of nothing.

What say'st thou? here committed!

Did not your hapless brother in this castle Come to his end?

Yes, but a natural end.

So grant it were, it is not so reported.

Ha! what is else reported?

The peasants round, all idle stories credit; And say that in his castle, by his servants, He was discover'd in the eastern tower Murder'd. But, doubtless, 'tis a tale of falsehood, Since 'tis to thee unknown.