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No, we are wrong; we'll to the eastern tower, That is the most retir'd; that last of all Will tempt their search.

In the deep vaulted caverns of the palace, Might we not for a while conceal'd remain, Till heav'n shall send us means?

Ay, thou art right; that is the best of all: Where do you run with such wild looks of fear? Think ye the Turks are passing thro' the city, Like the short visit of a summer's storm, That you in holes and rocks may safely hide Until it be o'erblown?

Oh, no! we know that they are come for ever! Yet for a little while we fain would save us From fearful things.