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Yet must we venture—for thy life and mine.

I could not. Yet thine eager heart I praise.

How if thou privily hide me in yon fane?

By favour of the dark to steal it thence?

Yea, night is leagued with theft: the light for truth.

Within the fane be guards: no baffling them.

Alas! we are undone. How can we 'scape?

Methinks I have a yet untried device.

Ha, what? Impart thy thought, that I may know.

Thy misery will I turn to cunning use.