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Ay, but the priest?

O, leave the fool!

Here speaks the Lord as clearly, look, As in an open printed book!

Leave him; that's law and justice too; With babbling tales he flouted you.

He lied to us!

His creed's accursed; And think, he never got a First!

Never got what?

A grain of sense.

Nay, of that we have evidence!

Vainly his mother's dying breath For the last sacrament made suit!

His child he almost did to death!