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 -Of what, pray, ever jealous?

Off! Off!

For why the ladder?

Would you get in?

To heart in-clamber?

To mine own secretest

Conceptions in-clamber?

Shameless one! you unknown one!- Thief!

What seekst you by your stealing?

What seekst you by your hearkening?

What seekst you by your torturing?

You torturer!

You- hangman-God!

Or shall I, as the mastiffs do,

Roll me before you?

And cringing, enraptured, frantical,

My tail friendly- waggle!

In vain!

Goad further!

Cruel goader!

No dog- your game just am I,

Cruel huntsman!

Your proudest of captives,

You robber 'hind the cloud-banks...

Speak finally!

You lightning-veiled one! you unknown one! Speak!

What will you, highway-ambusher, from- me?

What will you, unfamiliar- God?

What?

Ransom-gold?

How much of ransom-gold?