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First, like a trumpet, doth his tongue begin (471)

To sound a parley to his heartless foe; (472)

Who o'er the white sheet peers her whiter chin, (473)

The reason of this rash alarm to know, (474)

Which he by dumb demeanour seeks to show;
But she with vehement prayers urgeth still (476)

Under what color he commits this ill.

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