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They, mustering to the quiet cabinet (443)

Where their dear governess and lady lies, (444)

Do tell her she is dreadfully beset, (445)

And fright her with confusion of their cries: (446)

She, much amazed, breaks ope her lock'd-up eyes,
Who, peeping forth this tumult to behold, (448)

Are by his flaming torch dimm'd and controll'd.

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