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 But still my Mind releas'd from Mortal pains, Her innate Faculty of Ill retains. More he had said, but the surrounding Throng, Impatient of delay, pursu'd their Noisy Song.

Mean time the Fiend revolving in her Thought The mighty Change Cethego's Death had wrought, Resolv'd at length to Summon to her Aid Each plotting Dæmon, each Seditious Shade. She gave the Signal, and a Dreadful Sound Shook the Infernal Dreary Mansions round. Then thus she eas'd her anxious Soul. O dearest Friend! O faithful Ministers! Ye mutual Partners of my Joys and Cares! New