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The caitiff's name the lady view'd,And under it recorded stood,
Mysterious words of dire import,
And shapes of cabalistic sort.
Here his sad destiny was shown,
That he should weep and pine alone;
Till he the dread account should pay,
And clear his ancient score away.
Well pleas'd she saw him in her power,
And darting from her secret bower,
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And lodge him safe that very night,
Where he his deed might long bewail,—
The safe-keep of the county jail.
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