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This said, from her be-tumbled couch she starteth, (1038)

To find some desperate instrument of death: (1039)

But this no slaughterhouse no tool imparteth (1040)

To make more vent for passage of her breath; (1041)

Which, thronging through her lips, so vanisheth
As smoke from AEtna, that in air consumes, (1043)

Or that which from discharged cannon fumes.

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