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“Tomorrow be it then!” bellowed for rage
The infatuate King; and, with long hasty stride,

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Abruptly left them; yet, with backward glance,
Shot on them wrath and hate. But, suddenly,
Round turned he; and, with threatening arm, and voice
Like maniac's, roared, “At sunrise send your plague,—
Ere noon I send you death!”
That said, right on,
Hurriedly went he; but still oft looked back,
Fierce-eyed, and muttering; as a beast of prey,
Furious, yet fearful, from yet stronger beast,
Perforce retreating.
Nought to him replied
The sons of Amram; but, in solemn mood
Discoursing, toward the city took their way;
That, to the few whom they could find, the words
Of comfort might they speak, and their hearts cheer.