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Were two men's strength required, I feel within me The means for such deliverance; if, indeed, Thou hast not been deceived by some false tale.

I'm not deceived. But wait, when I am gone, With limbs yet seemingly enthrall'd, until The wary guard hath come to ascertain Thy presence here; and then, when he retires, Thou know'st the rest.—Haste, let me loose thy shackles. Is this the way ?

Well done, my most incomparable sister! Affection seems to teach thee craftsman's skill.

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So it is indeed. If I am fated yet to live on earth, A prosp'rous man, I'll have thy figure graven, As now thou art, with implements in hand, And make of it a tutelary idol.