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With bleeding limbs drained by a hundred leeches!

Fy, lazy cowards! shrink ye from adventures Which gentle lady, in her palanquin, Will share with you?

A gentle lady, say'st thou?

Yes, ye dull dolts, I say so.—Brave Rasinga Has with one wife, for a good term of years, (Lulled by some charm of sorcery) been satisfied. It is good time that he, like other chiefs, Should have a first sultana and a second, Or any such arrangement as becomes His age and dignity. So, in gay trim With our arm'd band, we by to-morrow's dawn Must be in readiness.—These are your orders, Sent by our lord through me.

Who is this honoured lady of the mountains?

Canst thou not guess?—The aged chieftain's daughter, Whose petty hold was sack'd by daring robbers Not many weeks gone by. He and his daughter