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And who hath dared to put her there?

Thy father.

Then he is a wicked man, Most cruel and most wicked. I'll stay no longer here; I'll go to her; And if through bolts and bars I may not pass, I at her door will live, as my poor dog Close by my threshold lies and pines and moans, When he's shut out from me.—I needs must go; Rooms are too good for me when she's in prison. Come, lead me to the place; I charge thee, do; I'll stay no longer here.

What is the matter with thee, my dear child? (To ) Does he know aught?

I could not keep it from him.

I know it all; I know it all, good grand-dame. O take me to her! take me to her prison.