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To take their way to-morrow for the mountains.

To bring a bride from thence? Speak out, I charge thee, Thou lying knave! Went not thy words thus far?

If they be true or lying words, I wot not. What may within a guarded palanquin Be from the mountains brought, I may but guess. Perhaps some speaking bird or jabb'ring ape.

Take that—and that—thou false audacious slave: Dar'st thou to answer me with mockery? Base sordid reptiles! for some paltry largess And passing revelry, they would right gladly See peace and order and domestic bliss To misery and wild confusion changed. Hateful suggestions! base and vague conjectures, Which vulgar minds on slight foundation rear! All false! And yet they are upon my heart